Mmm..

Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don't know
'cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead...



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