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Oct 2016
It's late and i don't have a tongue down in my throat
It's tough when your game does not even work when you are drunk
Addictions they're so nice, they help me to go on
Women they enchant by the end of the night they're not your's
Maybe we should balance the party ,and the work
I am such a **** i am an *** but it's just work
I don't love you I'm just lonely
I know it's no excuse
If i hurt i am sorry
Desolated by the night
leinstinct
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