The freaken south sun wasn't magical,
And the beaches wasn't full of boobs,
And who the hell stole my drink?
No fuck this, I am going back home.
The cold ice and snow is more me,
This was just too crappy to live.
...You stole my drink!
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The freaken south sun wasn't magical, And the beaches wasn't full of boobs, And who the hell stole my drink?
No fuck this, I am going back home. The cold ice and snow is more me, This was just too crappy to live.
...You stole my drink!
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