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Down, down down it didn't exist
I confused hunger with lovesick
Got pulled up by a pint on a hazy night
But got dragged back down in hindsight
Suck it up they said to me there's plenty
More fish in this bottle

So I drowned my lungs with cigarettes
And got fucked on the fact I'm lonely

Down down down it this vodka this dream
Cos there's so much left here to drink, I
Hope this scar don't pull apart
Because blood don't look so good on me ripped jeans

I drank hard like a demon, but I'm used to it
With all the faux pas of a free man, who didn't know to quit
I drank hard like a demon, who would've thought
That what I built to be giant, would be left so small

Oh my God I drink to forget
I love leaving cigarette stains on my twin sized bed
Still I'm singing
Oh my God I drink to forget
I love leaving cigarette stains on my twin sized bed
Still I'm singing
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