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Drunk as a skunk,

I sink and stink,

It looks so  sweet,

But bites like a snake,

Who has control,

Is the rope that long,

Should I try to find a

Road that I know the end to.

Should I walk a path,

I told others not to walk.

Now that I have,

Can I go home please?

Never let me cut the rope,

God help me, I need you.

Yet I keep on running from You.

They let my go, they let me run.

Now its 3 am,

Drunk as a skunk,