When I arrive home
And you are full of whiskey
And I am full of doubts
I always have the feeling
The universe is trying to tell me something.
Maybe I should leave the doubts behind
And Start with the whiskey
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
When I arrive home
And you are full of whiskey
And I am full of doubts
I always have the feeling
The universe is trying to tell me something.
Maybe I should leave the doubts behind
And Start with the whiskey
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