Drunkmare Songtext
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Drunkmare Songtext
I don′t forget too much
but what a fog this was
We had just tripped into the door nothing short of a little drunk
I felt the wild in my skin
like a mute in the sound
and the sound just grew like a welcome-home
I traced my steps
found a trail of blood
I had shot myself in the head
and couldn't think straight for month
but what a fog this was
We had just tripped into the door nothing short of a little drunk
I felt the wild in my skin
like a mute in the sound
and the sound just grew like a welcome-home
I traced my steps
found a trail of blood
I had shot myself in the head
and couldn't think straight for month
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