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Booze Living in pain One thing I’m use to is the rain A bottle of booze A hit on the alarm snooze Tomorrow is another struggle Trying to figure which way is up Passing out in the tub Booze in the hand Falling down as the room spins Everybody with a big grin The old me is coming out to play Everything that I will say No censor thanks to the captain Me and him make it happen A happy and different side of me Many have but some have not seen Not giving a fuck No more negative feelings stuck I can see the light through the bottle Too drunk for anything to startle Tomorrow morning may be a little painful Tomorrow night I’ll be another handful 1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot Tomorrow night is going to be hot |