I woke up on a Wednesday morning, with a hangover that quaked my brainSmoked cigarettes to keep me saneI know I’ll be alrightI pushed my covers down with stubborn forceAnd stumbled out of bedDisregarding insufficient mightI know I’ll be alrightIt seems like everyone I know is letting go almost every night these daysAs the days roll on I wonder what will justify our obstructive waysThe good times
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