Soda shop.

You held my head over the edge of the bed
I remember it now but at the time I thought I was dead
You put a pan there and held by hair
How can I repay you for saving me and my hardwood floor?

And when the world stops spinning round
I picked the pan up off the ground
I read my up heaves much like tea leaves
They said its over so get sober or you'll die again


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