**99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall**
Shedding light on flaws
Like street lights above our heads
We relish the rays but stay in the dark
We hide our mirrors
Because our eyes are too keen to see the hidden storms
We dont know where we wake
We stick to the walls
Filled with alcohol
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