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Look at me crashed out face down in sick |
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And you choking on the foreign gravel |
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My knee open like a red pocket |
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We watch the day unravel |
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Look at us dead drunk Brits deep in the shit |
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Kicked out of a cab miles from the hotel |
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My purse empty no money in it |
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Can we cadge a lift on your beat up moped? |
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Can't stop getting wasted I'm out of my mind |
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Can't stop getting wasted I love it when I'm high |
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Look at me blacked out dress soaked in piss |
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You bring me round with an icy splashing |
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My head banging cartoon stars spin |
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Another Saturday night on the trashing |
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Look at us we're it twenty-something club twits |
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Pull rubbish moves in the basement Mod room |
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My arms waving to a 60's hit |
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Can we take a trip back to the bathroom? |
