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Frank Cipolla
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Well I'm drunk I think I could text you I miss you and shit Well I'm high I can put my phone down For a minute But it's so Fucking fake And I'll try For your sake And not my own Cause I'm a broken mind With a homeless soul He tries to speak But he's got splinters in his throat And warts on his hands And sand in his shoes You win some You win some Cause you'll never loose When your with me It's a comedy So I'll calmly Say to you All of these things In just the right way And I'll take your arm And I'll take your hand And put it around my neck As you Choke me to death I guess I'll go home now Guess I'll go home I guess I'll walk home now Guess I'll walk home Well I'm sick Can you Cary me home
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