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When my friends think about drinking they see parties, and wild nights, and crazy hangovers And when I tell them I never plan on letting a sip of alcohol touch my lips, they're scandalized Because they don't understand How could they ever? When I think of drinking, I think of my mom passed out underneath our Christmas tree Or my dad swerving down side streets with the smell of whiskey wafting off of him like smoke from a campfire I see my childhood that came crashing down in front of my eyes I see something that they will never understand
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
thinking about drinking
When my friends think about drinking they see parties, and wild nights, and crazy hangovers And when I tell them I never plan on letting a sip of alcohol touch my lips, they're scandalized Because they don't understand How could they ever? When I think of drinking, I think of my mom passed out underneath our Christmas tree Or my dad swerving down side streets with the smell of whiskey wafting off of him like smoke from a campfire I see my childhood that came crashing down in front of my eyes I see something that they will never understand
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
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