Ed
Your alarm clock's been at it for a month now, you can hear it in the breezeway through the door. I kinda like it when the neighbors are too loud, it makes it easier to ignore. "Knock em back Mr. Ed till you cant feel your head. Take another round for you and me. It's time for bed Mr. Ed, but you've gone and hit your head just trying to kill the misery." Your alarm clock's been at it for a month now, you can hear it in the breezeway through the door. I keep waiting to see that drunken smile, i just don't think you're comin' home anymore. "Knock em back Mr. Ed till you cant feel your head. Take another round for you and me. It's time for bed Mr. Ed, but you've gone and hit your head just trying to kill the misery."
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