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Jun 2011
Play the game and pay the price
Live your life until it's right
When you reach the end of the street
You'll realize your life can't take the back seat

Walking home drunk, by myself
Thinkin' 'bout what's left on the shelf
And the money it takes to get there
How can I manage to even beat
The **** life loves shoveling on top of me?
Why don't I just see
That one more block will never let me
Let me, let me, let me be, let me see, let me be

The hole in my broken heart
Will never ever just let me start
Livin' the way I want to
And seeing the way I want to see you
So, I'm sitting on my couch now
Drunk with a pitiful slouch
And I just can't seem to figure out
Why I have this permanent pout
Wrote this drunk one night on my cell phone. I don't think it's half bad...
John
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John  28/M/New York
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