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I think i'm drunk enough to drive you home nowI'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and keyThat's rusted firm, no lie'cause all these conversations wind on and on...Drinking champagne from a paper cupIs never quite the sameAnd every sip's moving through my eyes And up into my brainAt half past two; about time to leave'cause the dj's playing rhythm and bluesA sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' groovesAs i'm waiting around for you...
subways - strawberry blonde
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