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quittingwhileyrahead the politics of being a drunk mistake
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You were lost and found
You hit the ground without a sound
Were you ashamed to
And the saddest part is
I've done it myself many times
I really don't blame you
The grass is green
And your machine is still pristine
The skies the same blue
So let's quit while we're ahead, I rest my head upon this bed, pretend I hate you
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