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
Sunflowers
Sunflowers in the field Standing tall Standing still Like guards keeping watch Over the farm And it's flock
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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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