stagger about
with my swagger out
two-stepping with one eye
on fire tonight
we burn the throat
what fun we were having
when what we did was secret
another bottle down
we take turns to drown
in an ocean of need
we want, we desire
there is no shaking
til the next mourning
but for now the sun is gone
but for now...
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| Dramatic Recreation |
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