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It is late, and the beer drips down my throat goes to my head meets the silence tomorrow is too hard to think about but tonight my youth dances with the alcohol they aren't good dancers but no one is watching and tomorrow is late
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
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It is late, and the beer drips down my throat goes to my head meets the silence tomorrow is too hard to think about but tonight my youth dances with the alcohol they aren't good dancers but no one is watching and tomorrow is late
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
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