How do you ruin a good thing
With a haze in your eyes that carries you thru city to city
In excess you manage to expunge the memories of what once was
There's hope and there's tolerance
They're not the same
They're not the same
The pursuit of happiness is not found in your liquor
Thursday, December 20, 2012
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