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Last call for alcohol Come get your friend, she's all alone I can't stop starin', she's very low I can't stop starin' Sight for sore eyes to see, you basically died to me Look at your eyes, high as hell, lower than the story tells A profile is just a silhouette of a sad girl with dark eyes and a dark inside, yeah With a cigarette hangin' off your puffy lips I don't remember you lookin' quite like this Does the filter paint a fuller picture of you and your matchin' sisters? Old friends with new faces Runnin' around the samе city, the same places Somеbody's gotta say it, somebody's gotta say it Last call for alcohol Come get your friend, she's all alone I can't stop starin', she's very low I can't stop starin' From Letras Mania