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Imagine, my drink from your mug

Made of tape
But what happened, seven thirty one, seven six
That made the wretched man
And the days, would I miss?
It was a Saturday
You got your wasting, you got away
You've got your path, it's not a maze
You've got it all
And I've been wasted, I've been away
It's not that bad, mostly

This town, the shut down
So worry, I think of the body
Right where it should be
And I think, I can't be the only one
That hold their strength in
The way love has passed

And you say you were drunk
And running loud as hell
And your brother said, "bullshit"
And I never told anyone
But it kept me awake, spring sleeps
Never been good to me anyway
And I got your picture sitting on the sink
You're so young, so skinny, so quick to laugh
And what a drift and hit your cheek
In the right spot, it ruined my week
When I just wanted to wash the filth off

And I had this feeling but I'm stealing something
And every April I've been blinded by those

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