I stare hard at the people
 The night of the drunk is over - simple  Deep in thought, deep in the smoke 
I'm dead broke and listening to some blue joke 

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 I fight but I don't wanna shoot the late bird
 Who lives in my mind with his every attached dirt
 He's blunted me, he's inspired and blunted me again
 In the face of all men and (behind the curtain)

 Shitloads of stimulus
 Tranient joys are glamorous 
Store is no sore, give tiny little more Morning after the night before

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 Chorus Store is no sore, give tiny little more Morning after the night before<br />
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			     Thanks to hanna&lt;3