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Sobriety


60-day chips from something united anonymous Anxiety Blame others, but your decisions are autonomous Variety Smirnoff, Burnett’s, Skyy, UV Society Idolizes and publicizes it, but what they don’t perceive Is that its Notoriety Is an illusion Finally Blurred vision, spinning lights, lacerations, lung contusions I remember shots without a chaser Abusive nights, they didn’t phase her Don’t be alarmed, I feel we’re coming back around At what point did things do wrong? I’m not sure anyone foresaw the faults being to whom they now belong Don’t be alarmed, I fear this ship has come aground And what is more consistent than insobriety Or being stationary Anchors dragging along ocean floors Portare la nave in procinto di guardare un amico annegare Sedetevi sul bordo, pregò di scendere (Bring the ship about to watch a friend drown Sit out on the ledge, begged you to come down)
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