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Twenty Five, Tenty Five, Twenty Five.
Waking up still tasting
The Whiskey on my tongue
I can't help but smile.
Life is good, life is grand.
Even when you wake up
Still drunk.
(Birthday shenanigans)
The Whiskey on my tongue
I can't help but smile.
Life is good, life is grand.
Even when you wake up
Still drunk.
(Birthday shenanigans)
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