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Lush
Ooh Ooh look at me
Drunk at half past seven
It ain't tennessee but it's still heaven
I saw this happen once in a dream
A bland dream
About friends made of wax
A farmer selling knick-knacks
I think I may have screamed
For all the good it would do
Cast alone again
Sotto solo, friend
Tell you what, I could use a good screw
It's rare I get to do this
Spoil myself on someone's fine liquor
I'm not really a snob, it IS quicker
But still it makes me think
As I drain another drink
How much of my life I already miss
