How Will
We Survive
By Lord
R.e. Taylor
Minute after
minute
Hour after
hour
Day after
day
The exact
same thing
Nowhere to
go
Nothing to
do
Just eat,
sleep, and drink
With only a
single shot left
It has to
end soon
One single
shot
The rest
is long gone
No idea how
we’ll survive
Once all
the whiskey is gone
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