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Tuesday Morning Hangover It was cold as Hell outside The wind bit my skin You said it’s not bad— But you don’t know. I wrapped my arms around myself Until we made it there The only comfort came From the bottom of this bottle The Gentleman you were Asked the Lady if she wanted another […]