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Jun 2010
Hit the pillow feeling dead,
Turning and sweating in my bed,
Wake up the next morning to the sound I dread,
Across my bedroom slowly I tread,
Unable to remember what I said,
And a thought from my head:

Yes...I had one too many drinks.
We've all been here...
Written by
Josh Pain
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     Sarah Sawyer, D Conors and Josh Pain
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