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The last horizons i can see are filled with bars and factories |
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And in them all we fight to stay awake... |
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Drink enough of anything to make this world look new again |
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Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves |
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She had nothing left to say so she said she loved me |
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I stood there grateful for the lie... |
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Drink enough of anything to make this girl look new again |
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Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves |
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Turn summer trees to bones and ice |
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Turn insect songs against the night |
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With words we build and words we break |
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I'm drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves... |
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Drink enough of anything to make myself look new again |
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Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves |
