Drunken Dreams

from by The Noble Son

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The last time I thought about you, I was passed out on my kitchen floor, drunk again. The refrigerator door not quite closed.
When I woke up I drank coffee with sour milk. It was a metaphor for what we used to be.
I'm so sick of these drunken dreams.

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from The EP, released October 6, 2006

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