1 round of beer
Doing alright
2 rounds of beer
Blurred my sight
3 rounds of beer
Getting a little tipsy
4 rounds of beer
Voice becoming slurred
5 rounds of beer
Who's keeping track here
I lost count
I lost my place
Maybe after number 5
I will just fall on my face
Egg
Up the river Across the ocean Around the world One eggs journey of self discovery Gone are the days of just being an egg Time tofind out ...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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