You've ended the night
In some sort of gutter
You left clothes at a party
And passing tramps and ladies mutter
The memories won't come
Of just what you've done
With all your money and you're best friend's monacle
And despite your heads best attempts
To let you know just what was meant
By that dude in that tent
It's all gone in a whirl of raindrops and vomit
But the worst of all crimes
Is occurring at this time
The lessons you're learning
Whilst your vision is blurring
Will be lost in the morning
Drowned in coffee, tablets and fried mourning
I'll never do it again......
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