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I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house, surrounded by sleeping folks |
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I didn't know. |
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On failing to find my friends, |
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I decided it was clearly time to go. |
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So I made my way out of the door as quietly as |
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I could - there was no one there |
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I knew to say goodbye, |
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Squinting in the sadly sobering sunshine of the |
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Sunday morning light. |
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I started the night with all my friends and |
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I ended up alone. |
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I started out so happy now |
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I'm hungover and down. |
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It was about then that |
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I realized |
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I was half-way through the best years of my life. |
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I scanned the local landmarks, trying to find out where |
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I was, and maybe even find a bus back home, |
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Longing for a shower, and for clean sheets, and a charger for my phone. |
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Suddenly it hit me - |
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I got paid this |
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Friday last, and so |
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I rifled through my pockets for some change. |
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But all I found was a packet of broken cigarettes and a sinking sense of shame. |
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I had to ask myself: |
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Is is really worth it? |
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Is any of this worth it? |
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Well the whole thing's far from perfect, |
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But I've yet to figure out a better way to spend my time. |
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Too many suits and dirty looks made me rack my brains - the real damage started to sink in. |
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It'd been quite a heavy weekend and |
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I could just about remember where |
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I'd been. |
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Well I started the night with all my friends and |
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I ended up alone, |
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I started out so happy now |
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I'm hungover and down. |
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I stood on a street corner and |
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I felt a little sick. |
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It was about then that |
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I realized |
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I was halfway through the first day of the week. |
