The sun’s been up for hours
but I am still in bed
The whisky had its way with me
I can hear it in my head
The breeze outside the window
the birds up in the sky
The children in the courtyard
and the adults in the lie
The room has never been this full
but there is noone here
I wish you would come back again
and the demons disappear
and the demons disappear
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