 Hall of mirrors lyrics ( Qwel )   
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Artist : Qwel
Song : Hall of mirrors
Oh God, what the?
Oh fuck, how many drinks did I..
Oh my God, where's my wallet?
Oh God, I think I'm gonna fucking...
Oh God
Now how am I gonna get from this bar stool, to
across the room without puking?
Either barf-drool on this broad's shoes
Talking stupid, drippin', fall into a liquid ball
of spew age
I know I'll do this again eventually
Which tempted me and tempted me to get fucked up
I don't know, but it ain't the centipede rich
drinkin' spending spree
Shared with three kids at the crib skip the rent
at least a week
Speaking in tongues to all both of you
In hopes to get a drink I think I'll crawl over
to a sober sympathetic ear to spit this
lim-pathetic jeer
Oh my God, 'cause I don't hear so well
Is it a trouble seeing double even when your eyes
are shut
You can time travel through black outs and wake
up inside some ??? club
Six pence of beer, my dear friends are near
You all look like demons from here
in this mer hall of mirrors, cheers (cheers)
(cheers)
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