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Inebriated State.
My eyes are dizzy.
Dazed. Confused.
My arm is bruised..
My arm is bruised.
Sleeping in unfamiliar bed.
Remembering what the loo-girls said.
Walk of shame.
What was your name?
What was her name?
Holding open one eye.
Full of drink but tongue still dry.
Dancing 'til the morning light.
Watching drunken cat-girls fight.
Phone-lit message way too bright.
Feeling good. Not feeling right.
Make-up run. I'm quite a sight.
But I'm not coming home tonight.
No, I'm not coming home tonight.
Dazed. Confused.
My arm is bruised..
My arm is bruised.
Sleeping in unfamiliar bed.
Remembering what the loo-girls said.
Walk of shame.
What was your name?
What was her name?
Holding open one eye.
Full of drink but tongue still dry.
Dancing 'til the morning light.
Watching drunken cat-girls fight.
Phone-lit message way too bright.
Feeling good. Not feeling right.
Make-up run. I'm quite a sight.
But I'm not coming home tonight.
No, I'm not coming home tonight.
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