If I'll leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I
We were shoveling sunshine
The hard times were the good times
In
We started in the morning, carried well into the night
Throwing
Adam, you like having a drink or two
Sometimes twenty if
We were twins to be born that day
But I could
Picking for the wait staff again, baring my soul up
Prettiest one never talked to me
Bought her a coke and
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