The last horizons I can see are filled with bars and factories
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and in them all we fight to stay awake...
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Drink enough of anything to make this world look new again
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Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
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She had nothing left to say so she said she loved me
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I stood there grateful for the lie...
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Drink enough of anything to make this girl look new again
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Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
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Turn summer trees to bones and ice
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Turn insect songs against the night
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With words we build and words we break
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I'm drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves...
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Drink enough of anything to make myself look new again
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Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
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Lost Horizons
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| Gin Blossoms |
