So after i thought of that great great song...
you know sometime the night is over and morning is there. The ashtray is full and she's sitting in the window and all you can think is that i can't wait to get home so i can just fuckin wash her of off me..
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good to hear from you, you ol' fuck...still messed up i see...drop in more often, i barely hear from old friends now....
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