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Hanging Over The edge of the bed My Gawd! What happened To my head? The aroma That lingers Tells me I was drinking I was doing so well What the hell was I thinking? Fragments Of images Burned in my mind What ever I drank It was none too kind My hand is swollen Knuckles ****** I check my pockets Spent all the money So mad I could put my fist threw the wall But I see that I have By the mess in the hall So I grab my puddy & pour me a drink A sad De Ja Vu Missed the waggon I think
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
The Vicious Cycle : Sad De Ja Vu
Hanging Over The edge of the bed My Gawd! What happened To my head? The aroma That lingers Tells me I was drinking I was doing so well What the hell was I thinking? Fragments Of images Burned in my mind What ever I drank It was none too kind My hand is swollen Knuckles ****** I check my pockets Spent all the money So mad I could put my fist threw the wall But I see that I have By the mess in the hall So I grab my puddy & pour me a drink A sad De Ja Vu Missed the waggon I think
KrakPott
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
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