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The End

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You’re on your fourth drink, when will it end?
I’m thinking of you going ‘round that bend
Don’t turn the key, please don’t start it up
I’m going to tell you how it’s going to end up:

Smashed, bruised, broken, shattered
Not only the car, but also you for that matter
Just go ahead, toss a few back
I don’t mind if you get a little whacked

It’s my entire fault that you’re still dying,
It should’ve stopped when I saw you,
And that bottle you were eyeing.
This is only the beginning of your end,
It’s too late to end you beginning.





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