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Why then can't we just **** and drink beer? Surely those words must have been written by more men than just me Your face is in the lights reflection off the ice cubes in the bottom of every scotch on the rocks It's your skin I can feel When my hand touches the polished edge of the bar when I drain from the bottle I can see you breathing life into me So why then can't we just **** and drink beer Why is it ever more than just that? Because of the mornings ******* mornings.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
...and drink beer.
Why then can't we just **** and drink beer? Surely those words must have been written by more men than just me Your face is in the lights reflection off the ice cubes in the bottom of every scotch on the rocks It's your skin I can feel When my hand touches the polished edge of the bar when I drain from the bottle I can see you breathing life into me So why then can't we just **** and drink beer Why is it ever more than just that? Because of the mornings ******* mornings.
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blake-bourland
American
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
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