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My fathers room explodes with encores and cheers for him to keep on playing:  a lady in the croud raises her rite hand as he sings "Baby i still want to know if you need me". My mothers ready to drag him out and spill his teeth over the back alley:  you son of a ***** i knew you were an *** your an *** an ***   He sings again to the croud:  "Its my day for the whiskey". "its day for the whiskey".   "Baby please understand me".
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
Whiskey day
My fathers room explodes with encores and cheers for him to keep on playing:  a lady in the croud raises her rite hand as he sings "Baby i still want to know if you need me". My mothers ready to drag him out and spill his teeth over the back alley:  you son of a ***** i knew you were an *** your an *** an ***   He sings again to the croud:  "Its my day for the whiskey". "its day for the whiskey".   "Baby please understand me".
michael-parish
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
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