Dizzy, sitting still
No room left
For alcohol
My arms feel like led
Trying to work
Beneath my head
And I’m losin’ it
Twisty turns
My metabolism burns
Dreams into my retinas
Before a screen
Of E Pluribus Unum
Drunk world, all alone
No room left
For alcohol
My arms feel like led
Trying to work
Beneath my head
And I’m losin’ it
Twisty turns
My metabolism burns
Dreams into my retinas
Before a screen
Of E Pluribus Unum
Drunk world, all alone
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