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Drip drop the whiskey drops,         shattered glass, broken heart,     consciousness lost, but faith not,           I see myself lying on the cold bedded rock..
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
whiskey talks..
Drip drop the whiskey drops,         shattered glass, broken heart,     consciousness lost, but faith not,           I see myself lying on the cold bedded rock..
not my best work though...but I sense something in it..I just don't seem to know what..
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
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