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Sunday morning after
All the drunkness and the blood spits
Bottles around my pillow
An ashtray taste and a headache
Like I have never had
Sunday morning after
I'm afraid to open my eyes and see
Who the hell sleeps by my side
Coz I can't remember
What the fuck a did last night
Sunday morning after
One more night of butchery
Hangover is happiness
Compared to what I see
A godamned fuckin little girl
Very ugly and fat
Wakeup now coz I need to buy
Some cigarrettes
