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Next friday

The sun's coming up and I'm going down
The high wears off and I'm bed bound
Pour me a drink and have me a smoke
Thoughts run wild whilst I take a toke
Bathroom trips and stale air
Next day headache but I don't care
Greasy food and a beer I'll be ok
Hope I'm recovered for next friday
Written by cheesa
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