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My Friend Peter I dont care who you've been sleeping with these days You're outta my hair It's growing just above my smiling face that I wear Every night I drink myself to sleep Not thinking about you Not thinking about anything at all I don't care who you've been dining with these days It's more than fair Much rather be drinking anyways With my friend Peter Who lives so fucking far away Yet not as far as you Even though you live right down my fucking street And I'm tired of sleeping with myself I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do I dont care who you've been kissing on these days It's out of my hands and in my mouth with such a pleasant taste I need a beer to wash it all away without a trace And then i'll drink 23 more To wipe this stupid smile off my fucking face I'm tired of sleeping with myself I'm tired, all those drinks and drugs no longer help I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do
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