"She's a pretty girl, she's always falling down, and I think I just fell in love with her...but she will never remember. And I can always find her at the bottom of a plastic cup, drowning in drunk's sincerity, a sad and lonely girl. Quit crying your eyes out, baby, come on. Isn't there something familiar about me? The past is only the future with the lights on. And she said: "I think we're running out of alcohol, tonight I hate this fucking town and all my best friends will be the death of me, and they will never remember. So please, take me far away, before I'm melt into the ground and all my words get used against me". A sad and lonely girl."
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