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Apr 2015
I drank a pint of ***** so I could forget your face
But one pint just wasn't enough
So I drank another two, hoping that would help
But getting wasted enough was too tough

I drank five pints of whiskey so I could forget you
But that just didn't do the trick
I drank ten pints of whiskey so I'd feel happy
Instead, I got nothing but sick

I drank so much ******* liquor that I died
My liver is shot and my brain is too fried
Arlo Disarray
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