Drinking Song
I take a drink to spite you,
I take a drink to feel.
I drink, and drink, and drink,
till I forget what is real.
And when I drank I cried,
for I knew this to be true,
all the love I have to give,
was wasted all on you.
I take a drink,
look at you and slowly I sink.
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