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Mad Caddies Drinking For 11

for Gotta try gotta try for tomorrow When you can't see through today Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow When you can't see through today There's nowhere left to stay Whoa! Drinking for

Drinking for eleven, that's just what i do, When i'm not with you, My heart goes to bed End of the bar, that's just where i'll be, Don't try and come