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Spin Spun
Drink me down, I'll soothe your sorrow
Pour me out, and now you're hollow
Spin
Spin
Spin
And now you're spun
Isn't liver murder fun!?
Shots and bombs and waves of ale
Puke
Puke
Puke
And now you're pale
Sleep a sleep without a dream
Wake up
Wake up
It's half past three
Pour me out, and now you're hollow
Spin
Spin
Spin
And now you're spun
Isn't liver murder fun!?
Shots and bombs and waves of ale
Puke
Puke
Puke
And now you're pale
Sleep a sleep without a dream
Wake up
Wake up
It's half past three
Published 8th Mar 2013
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25th Oct 2013 2:26am
Ah...the battle with the bottle. The liver is the innocent victim here, along with sanity & productivity. This is dark & hilariously familiar.
