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I slept a little last night But I don't think I closed my eyes I'll tell you I'm alright You should know I'm good at lies I'm tired and terrified And I'm sick of being scared My brain is kinda fried Maybe I'm just unprepared Maybe a change of scenery Will cure my misery I'd like plane tickets but I can't afford 'em So I'm going to Portland I had a drink last night And I was nowhere to be found I'd like to think it was one drink Only if the whole bottle counts I'm a servant to the rush And I believe in laying low But when someone says to hush I like to give it to them slow Maybe I need to leave So my mind can finally breathe I don't need no beach of sand I'm going to Portland
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Going to Portland
I slept a little last night But I don't think I closed my eyes I'll tell you I'm alright You should know I'm good at lies I'm tired and terrified And I'm sick of being scared My brain is kinda fried Maybe I'm just unprepared Maybe a change of scenery Will cure my misery I'd like plane tickets but I can't afford 'em So I'm going to Portland I had a drink last night And I was nowhere to be found I'd like to think it was one drink Only if the whole bottle counts I'm a servant to the rush And I believe in laying low But when someone says to hush I like to give it to them slow Maybe I need to leave So my mind can finally breathe I don't need no beach of sand I'm going to Portland
jordan-rowan
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
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