blame it on whitman – wasted lyrics
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sick, sick, sick, sick, sick on a sunday morn
ever since i was born, i’ve been drinking
i do this every time, i don’t know why
i’m not thinking, way too much drinking
i’m wasted
i’m f+ckin’ drunk again
i’m wasted
uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis
siete, ocho, nueve and f+ckin’ diez
it’s just me, you and a pile of drugs
get the f+ck away from us
we’re just trying to get f+cked up
i’m wasted
i’m f+ckin’ drunk again
i’m wasted
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