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When the music pounds,
And lights dance across the room
I'm at home
Far away from you
When the dance floor is filled
And your mind is a mess
I lie at my bed
And silently obsess
When the bottle meets your lips
Your mind works a little less
I wonder who it is
You're trying to forget.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
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.
.
When the music pounds,
And lights dance across the room
I'm at home
Far away from you
When the dance floor is filled
And your mind is a mess
I lie at my bed
And silently obsess
When the bottle meets your lips
Your mind works a little less
I wonder who it is
You're trying to forget.
My ex called me at 3 a.m., drunk.
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