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Hit the pillow feeling dead, Turning and sweating in my bed, Wake up the next morning to the sound I dread, Across my bedroom slowly I tread, Unable to remember what I said, And a thought from my head: Yes...I had one too many drinks.
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Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 4:00 AM UTC
One too many...
Hit the pillow feeling dead, Turning and sweating in my bed, Wake up the next morning to the sound I dread, Across my bedroom slowly I tread, Unable to remember what I said, And a thought from my head: Yes...I had one too many drinks.
We've all been here...
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Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 4:00 AM UTC
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