Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire.But it's nothing new. I've been piecing it together and it's got something to dowith every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat.Every stupid melody to every stupid song.And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on.What difference does this
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