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Dec 2013
You know what?
I don't even care
I'm ******* wasted now
With all my usual flair

You might know
I could give a ****
I'm drinking down this bottle
To get rid of the sham

When I'm drunk
I can't think for ****
And I don't remember
Not a little bit

So ***** you
I'm getting wasted
And this sweet, sweet burn
Is just the *** I'm tasting
Josiah Wilson
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Josiah Wilson  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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