Just Like Vinyl - Hours And Whiskey Sours

""is this a game or is it a Bugatti is it a shame or a farce or a fantasy I don't have a clue put it all on you is it a farce or a fantasy i'm walking away now milking a dead cow how does it feel when you fall down is this all you have to give or give me up count the hours and whiskey sours it takes a tummy break stop and we'll float in the bottle quit and we'll go home tonight if not I'll drive home suck it up to leave you alone if not I'll leave and you'll be just fine we were never anything.""

Written by:
Jake Carden, Thomas Erak

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