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Mar 2014
Smooth whiskey, sweet wine
Been so long since I've called you mine
Drunk calls, words slurred
All is grey because the lines have blurred
Double vision, tipsy steps
Sipping up every drop that's left
Xyns
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Xyns  Where Is My Mind?
(Where Is My Mind?)   
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