Still i fail to mention
Our happy home
Here i face the last convention
I must fare alone
At the intervention i confess
I'll vow to hate the bottle
Yet i won't mean it
Though when you're merely half awake
You fear me
Daytona white
You're leaving me untied
Daytona white
In your closed hands
Two closed eyes
I tend to grace the bottom
Daytona white
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