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bottles on the table broken glasses on my sole laughing as I stumble thinking what's my role after one final chug brain's nothing but a mess turning me into a **** in my black cute dress I could see the sun rising as your hand go over my side trying to stop me from falling ending up with your arms so wide (samber)
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
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bottles on the table broken glasses on my sole laughing as I stumble thinking what's my role after one final chug brain's nothing but a mess turning me into a **** in my black cute dress I could see the sun rising as your hand go over my side trying to stop me from falling ending up with your arms so wide (samber)
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
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