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By Jack Joseph Smith
I get drunk and tell your family
For the first time
in my entire life
I am not on a bed of stone
So stop it, if your weak
Get used to it
It makes my face spread apart
I do not have to have a mirror
in order to feel it
When you all are not necessarly lying
But having it your way cause your used
to it
Or your place i sn't your place
And never will be; differance is knowledge
Horrow now, the other one is lying
Say, I will never lie again