"I said I'd walk you home after our third round of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts and I grabbed hold of your hand. We're up and we're out and we're yelling through the streets, and I'm out of my fucking mind, and I know you're next to me but I must confess what's in my head. Keep pumping now, legs to beat the ground, and our hearts to
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