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It's the same every day I'm a groundhog Time to get to racing but I'm shaking when I'm waking Feeling sober but Its almost noon can't remember what I've taken What a cycle what fun Until you're entire bodies aching And you're wading through a pool of sweat Quiet nodding in and out and hear the voices fading You know exactly what they're saying smarten up and start praying Alcoholics tell me I'm anonymous And to act the way they say to me Just another day another hour count the minutes til graces me Not another dose another ** is gonna save me Not some new clothes couple bros couldn't change me Work yourself to death try make a lot of money For shelter, warmth, for something in your tummy Then for the real warmth seeping in your tummy It's a traditional leftover from The latin liquor bunny He's like the Easter kind, just got one thing on his mind Except he comes every day feed your body and mind   It's all fine it's all fine Except I basically got brined Head and body now I'm dyin Wouldn't change it for the world, couldn't change my mind
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
A very sick groundhog
It's the same every day I'm a groundhog Time to get to racing but I'm shaking when I'm waking Feeling sober but Its almost noon can't remember what I've taken What a cycle what fun Until you're entire bodies aching And you're wading through a pool of sweat Quiet nodding in and out and hear the voices fading You know exactly what they're saying smarten up and start praying Alcoholics tell me I'm anonymous And to act the way they say to me Just another day another hour count the minutes til graces me Not another dose another ** is gonna save me Not some new clothes couple bros couldn't change me Work yourself to death try make a lot of money For shelter, warmth, for something in your tummy Then for the real warmth seeping in your tummy It's a traditional leftover from The latin liquor bunny He's like the Easter kind, just got one thing on his mind Except he comes every day feed your body and mind   It's all fine it's all fine Except I basically got brined Head and body now I'm dyin Wouldn't change it for the world, couldn't change my mind
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
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