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Keep the Drinks Pouring

kiss the hand that keeps drink pouring Doesn’t matter when the night gets boring Your not going to remember this is the morning Home before they all start snoring Hey there nothing to worry about All you did was dance and shout Stalking guys, had a stakeout We were there to help you out Throwing up all over the floor We got kicked straight out the door Cant remember what I saw Whatever it was I want more Out till morning what a night Didn’t come home until it was light Looked in the mirror what a sight Enough to give my mum a fright

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