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To be drunk
Feels so dreamy, breezy, making me sleepy
I'm swaying, mind playing and even praying
The room spins above, like a dove, in love
But then the heart breaks, 'twas fake, n I slowly wake
I'm swaying, mind playing and even praying
The room spins above, like a dove, in love
But then the heart breaks, 'twas fake, n I slowly wake
Published 31st Aug 2014
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