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Short Straw
I’m an alcoholic for your love
But then I suppose you’ve heard
You left me pretty shaken
Did I ever leave you stirred?
You said we’d drink each other dry
Seems you’re not thirsty anymore
And left me amidst your empties
Sipping heartache through a straw
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