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Bottle by Bottle
Another night seen a friendship wasted.
Drank it to death,
bottle by bottle.
Egos and pride that just can't be tamed.
Two of a kind,
stubborn and drunk.
Now two sit alone saying
"What the fuck?"
If I'd only have known what was to come,
I'd put every last bottle back on the shelf.
Drank it to death,
bottle by bottle.
Egos and pride that just can't be tamed.
Two of a kind,
stubborn and drunk.
Now two sit alone saying
"What the fuck?"
If I'd only have known what was to come,
I'd put every last bottle back on the shelf.
Published 31st Oct 2015
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