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When we're wasted,
with no handle on our emotions
and not a care in the world,
we get along.
As everyone knows,
in wine there is truth,
and I spill my secrets to you,
syllables stumbling stupidly over my thick tongue.
The verity comes out
in between the lulls in loud music with a pounding beat
and my words are outlined in smoke illuminated by the neon colors.
You're intoxicated, so forgiveness is granted easily
and we don't have a care in the world.
By the time morning comes
and the light hurts our eyes,
the truth has gone through your ears and fled your mind
