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Sunday At Eleven Miscellaneous Dead Night I’m falling out your room and I’m looking like a wreck her bloody-red blured lipstick all over my wet neck had an eight-hour-blackout looks like I got in a fight doesn’t matter cause it must have been a damn good night oh my morals crawlin’ on the floor on fire, on the scene it’s all too late my buddy says she dumped me caus I was puckin’ on her skirt my fuckin’ new tuxedo still layin’ in the dirt my sister got so pissed cause her guinney-pig got fried doesn’t matter cause it must have been a damn good night chorus |
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