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Hangover from hell, bottles all around. Woke up on the floor, with garbage galore. When will I learn? Swollen heads are a bore. Andy has passed out again, this is nothing new. Mavey is locked in his room, lying in his spew. Skateboards line the wall, they lead me to a room. There's artowrk on the walls, of impending doom. Smoke fills the air, beer fly's everywhere. The place gets destroyed. Hangover from hell, Hangover from hell From Letras Mania