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Tell me a story I haven’t heard from you a thousand times before.
You put your arm on me. I try to keep a straight face because your stumbling all over this place.

Empty bottle in your hand
You must be drunk again.
Is it really you talking to me?
I kind of think it’s the whisky.
Seems the only time that you care
Is when alcohol is near.
Wait and TALK TO ME SOBER!

You say you love me and miss me hanging around
But I just saw you yesterday.
Yeah we had good times, some memories, but now
I cant relate to you. You cant relate to me

Bars on the weekend!


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