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Dragging my body through the door
Eleven steps up
Theres just six or seven more
Six or seven left
Falling forever and never bored
My body's dying and my parents are trying their best
Six or seven fucking steps left
Keeping the party alive as best as I ever could
Trying our best and thats as good as it can ever get
Limping up the steps
Hurrying to fall face first onto my bed
Sleep until the headache goes away
And then sleep some more
Just six or seven more
Written by TooSadToDance (Dylan)
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