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I see stars while I wait for the lights to turn green. Drunken thoughts are sober truths, they say. Old friends rekindled, with a fifth of whiskey, and an old man to look up to. Am I honerable? well I'm not sure. I have morals. but do I follow them? Well I'm not sure. Hey kid, how are you now., that youve grown a bit more. Seen some more **** Can you walk in other shoes. Now that youve seen through others eyes? The sun will guide. Ya dont be scared. You'll find your place. in this crazy world. ya dont worry now. You'll find a bottle Oh, you'll find your words, Whats that you say? Ya, Imagine if you will. One thousand, thousand birds, Flying over head/ each other with a thought from your head. And Imagine if you will, You gatta look up, Pick a bird, so you can say a thought, But you get a feather, half a word, it doesnt make sense, not to you, No, not to who your talking to. And Kid im sorry, thats the way it is, for you at least, Are you sure at least, that others dont feel like this, is it just you? Are you sure, yea Son are you sure? Well i'm seeing stars waiting for lights to turn green, I'll find that bottle so I can chase my dreams.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
Druken words are sober thoughtsf
I see stars while I wait for the lights to turn green. Drunken thoughts are sober truths, they say. Old friends rekindled, with a fifth of whiskey, and an old man to look up to. Am I honerable? well I'm not sure. I have morals. but do I follow them? Well I'm not sure. Hey kid, how are you now., that youve grown a bit more. Seen some more **** Can you walk in other shoes. Now that youve seen through others eyes? The sun will guide. Ya dont be scared. You'll find your place. in this crazy world. ya dont worry now. You'll find a bottle Oh, you'll find your words, Whats that you say? Ya, Imagine if you will. One thousand, thousand birds, Flying over head/ each other with a thought from your head. And Imagine if you will, You gatta look up, Pick a bird, so you can say a thought, But you get a feather, half a word, it doesnt make sense, not to you, No, not to who your talking to. And Kid im sorry, thats the way it is, for you at least, Are you sure at least, that others dont feel like this, is it just you? Are you sure, yea Son are you sure? Well i'm seeing stars waiting for lights to turn green, I'll find that bottle so I can chase my dreams.
I am very very very very drunk. Ive drank alot. in my time. before the moon. Shown me diffrent views..
#drunk#times#how#many#can
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
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