Drinking For 11- The Mad Caddies.
Drinking for a living, that's just what i do,
When i'm not with you,
My heart goes to bed
End of the bar, that's just where i'll be,
Don't try and come find me
Cause i'm already dead
With one eye tied upon the open road
I feel your presence and i can't let it go
It moves so slowly as it creeps into my mind,
Steals
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