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Its cold, its warm I love, I hate Sobriety, Insanity Sick of walking in my worn out shoes Whiskey can't cover the scars They tell me it's all the same
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
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Its cold, its warm I love, I hate Sobriety, Insanity Sick of walking in my worn out shoes Whiskey can't cover the scars They tell me it's all the same
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
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