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a waste of time (Lyric) by hendrimike
the eight year binge
it is filled with regrets
i went to get educated
all i earned was self pulsated
passing out in my living room
on my sofa
in my bed
drunk in a bathtub
in my kitchen
alone or with friends
on rooftops with a city view
margueritas, beers, and guitars
somebody's house we hardly knew
a thirty pack brought home from the bar
going to shows and to clubs far away
playing pool after hours in bars
on the train
in a car
on the run
it was fun
and it never would have ended
if the money didn't run out
but it always does
and it certainly did
that is the story of a kid
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