LYRIC

I take a bow, about an hour too late
I've drunk so much that I can't see that straight
I'll make out, I'm dancing and there's no pride lost
I wonder what there saying, they are awfully close

I'm breaking out in rashes and cold fevers
Under breath as warm as my face is cold

You make no sense than you rarely do
With any other row we'd of packed it in and screwed
You don't like my tone and I don't feel to good
So I just stop talking and you leave with someone else

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