We’re finally drunk enough that
We’re finally soaking up
The hours that everyone else throws away
And if we have to go now
I guess there’s always hope,
Tomorrow night will be more of the same.
This night is winding down but time means nothing
As always at this hour time means nothing
One final final round cos time means nothing
Say that you’ll stay.
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Te agregué a mi correo nuevo. Podrás decirme lo que sea que quieras decir por ahí.
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