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Feb 2022
pour me another glass
i won't get up
till i can't
shout so loud
they won't fill my cup
so i figure that's the end
and the bar room's so noisy
the patrons so nosey
it's like you can't converse
just follow me?
let's find us a nook, nice and cozy
we won't leave
till they bring round the hearse
don't dip in your purse
this round's on me
wetter than water, and can't breathe
the things you do to me
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Manx Lykeios Pragna  24
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