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S.N.F.U.
Seeing Sunday morning through bloodied eyes I feel so dead, yet I'm so alive And the aftertaste of alcohol makes me want more As I peel my face off the kitchen floor I look around me, and what do I see? One hundred bottles, laughing at me I feel like shit, I smell like shit this sacred day Welcome to my humble life of disarray
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