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You know how you're down and out on the river, three sheets to the wind, doing some night casting, a little moonlighting to pay off the bill, and you decide, by god I'm tired of drifting, I think I'll anchor here. Me, I'm living on beer, boiled eggs, and ruined mascara. Tonight, I'll make enough to buy a roll of dimes so she can play the box, so she can drop them in the sawdust, on purpose and lean over, oh me, oh my.
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
Think I'll dock here
You know how you're down and out on the river, three sheets to the wind, doing some night casting, a little moonlighting to pay off the bill, and you decide, by god I'm tired of drifting, I think I'll anchor here. Me, I'm living on beer, boiled eggs, and ruined mascara. Tonight, I'll make enough to buy a roll of dimes so she can play the box, so she can drop them in the sawdust, on purpose and lean over, oh me, oh my.
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
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