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Sep 2016
sip , sip
it goes down thick
oh god i hope i don't get sick
sip , sip
I'm sweating i begin to strip
syrup on my lips leave a drip
gulp, gulp
more and more it all goes blurry
i chug it down in a hurry
gulp, gulp
i can't get out of bed
i can't get you out of my head
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CNM  Oregon
(Oregon)   
325
   AFJ and Maia Vasconez
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