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by: Peter Johnson
uploaded: 02/15/2019
I don't know why I was drinking those things Until the room was spinning round me in dizzying rings I grabbed for a hand which turned out to belong to you So much happened and much of it too quickly you asked my name and my intentions and did I always look so sickly And we stumbled to the door into the raucous night If I had a hope of making it home it was slight Can you tell me where we're going I don't recognize these streets I feel like novice sitting next to you You're nothing like anyone I'd expect to meet ....      
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