| They said drinking is a way to die.
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| But I fear, dying is a way to drink.
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| Blooddrunk
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| I’ll break or dance, let you decide.
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| Too much of foreign you bring on by.
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| Do you have something to blame in such short time?
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| You are the one crying.
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| Degenerate, throwing the wreck of life.
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| Someone is spilling your own blood.
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| That’s very hot, scars already made.
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| Ready for another drink anyone?
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| They talk to you but no we don’t.
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| We thought maybe you gone too far.
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| Day over day, they should get it hard
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| Yes we die, they could never stop.
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| Blooddrunk
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| Wasted again.
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| They smile or they will fight.
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| Blooddrunk
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| You call me insane.
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| You get me Blooddrunk with a razor blade.
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| Degenerate, dropping the wreck of life.
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| Someone is spilling your own blood.
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| That’s very hot, scars already made.
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| Ready for another drink anyone? |