.Who's gonna drink till theres nothing left?
Smoke until we turn ourselves to ash?
Fuck like we've run from your handsso long.
That wings might rip right through your back.
Of all my good friends,
too many were acquaintances.
Co-Workers, enemies, secretaries and police.
It take.
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