Here comes alcohol
No one here’s a liar
They all speak the truth
Old debates and cigarettes
No one gets me down the way you do
And it takes a thousand years
But the fires burn and no one turns around
To see the Libertine
I feel vitriol
No one here is higher
Tales of my wasted youth
Without pain we would forget
Happiness imparting debt
I wont pay it back to you
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