So we trade liquor for blood,
In an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved,
In that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time,
Now you can't even recall,
Any names, faces or lines,
It's more the feeling of it all.Now all that is important is the details. I have a vague idea what it felt like, but I can't really
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