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lets play a game
puff puff pass the pain away
let me play center
and you quarterback
call the shots
while i down mine
it burns so nice
i'll swallow my dreams
in a bath of liquid courage
the smoke fills my eyes
and i cough out my troubles
until they're no more
all of this to fill a void
that keeps growing larger
blame it on my father
but that ***hole doesn't deserve
the satisfaction
call it pent up anger
but i feel nothing for him
lines grow longer
however the money saved
shrinks smaller
my game is growing deadly
and i'm begging for a time out.





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