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Sep 2014
You chose a high life
and we paid for every dollar
it didn't matter if we crawled in the mad
your joy was our price to pay

Over the years i tried to love
or maybe just reason with you
but you were already in too deep
a life without bottle, is no life for you*









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My father is. a drunkard and i sincerely hate him
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