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In the morning when I woke
I was sweating, I was soaked...
When I have to talk to them
I just pretend to be nice...
Sometimes when I'm really drunk
I start to have strange visions...
You were a person to ignore or hate
I chose the latter, I could not resist...
When I am indoors with you
I feel the floor start to rise...