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Everything's Different
There goes those
beer bottles smashing
again. They're not slammed
in celebration of youth this time.
Oh that juvenile fun.
There goes those
beer bottle smashing
again. I can hear the swearing
coming out of your mouth and I
remember thinking, "Did I cause
that beautiful mouth to have to say such
things." Here I sit to drunk to think.
Wishing things could have ended differently.
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