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Doctors Dealers Confessions Of A Drunken Mind

is over for me, for me oh I have to leave! You'll be to me a drunken memory. Oh I dropped my clothes when dancing on a table. Please help me home, cause

a guy from New York, but he was a real dork. And a man took me to Paris, but he was still married. And I met a boy in London, but he was a con man. I

tell why she's always by herself. When she got taller the snowballs got smaller, for a summertime x-mas she just had to call. Once she got caught in a

this curse, no matter who's first. I lied straightfaced and always thought of myself. But when the truth finally came, you did the same. I know it's a