(ILYSM) Songtext

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(ILYSM) Songtext
While you sit there, remember my name
I've got your tickets for you, don't be ashamed
You spit on my face and you shit on my grave

I love you so much
You're so hot to touch
I guess we're down on hard luck
I guess we're drunk as fuck

There's no reason for you to play the game
The contradiction is hypocrisy shaped
I tried to offer you the fortune and fame

I love you so much
You're so warm to touch
I guess we're down on hard luck
I guess we're drunk as fuck
As fuck, as fuck
We're drunk as fuck
As fuck, as fuck
We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey

We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey
We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey
We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey
We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey
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