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O Lord forgive me Everything's hazy I can't seem to live right Without going crazy My head is exploding My gut is as well You'd think this deters me Like the prospect of hell But time and again Over and over It doesn't, I hover... Poison is lover It's witchcraft, it's spirits, Unholy devices, It's victual vices, And *** with sweet spices It's worm of tequila And the shine of the moon It's Shire in my bowl It's the Green Fairy's spoon Lord I am wretched I may be near-dead I can't stop the pounding in My ears, eyes, and head I just want deliverance I'm stuck in this bog ...well, maybe I'll just try The hair of the dog...?
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
The Hangover Penitent
O Lord forgive me Everything's hazy I can't seem to live right Without going crazy My head is exploding My gut is as well You'd think this deters me Like the prospect of hell But time and again Over and over It doesn't, I hover... Poison is lover It's witchcraft, it's spirits, Unholy devices, It's victual vices, And *** with sweet spices It's worm of tequila And the shine of the moon It's Shire in my bowl It's the Green Fairy's spoon Lord I am wretched I may be near-dead I can't stop the pounding in My ears, eyes, and head I just want deliverance I'm stuck in this bog ...well, maybe I'll just try The hair of the dog...?
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
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