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Drunk
as a skunk,
I
sink and stink,
It
looks so sweet,
But
bites like a snake,
Who
has control,
Is
the rope that long,
Should
I try to find a
Road
that I know the end to.
Should
I walk a path,
I
told others not to walk.
Now
that I have,
Can
I go home please?
Never
let me cut the rope,
God
help me, I need you.
Yet
I keep on running from You.
They
let my go, they let me run.
Now
its 3 am,
Drunk
as a skunk,