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Panic On A Train

I had a couple drinks last night, by a couple I mean 5,

But all of them were singles and I steered well clear of wine. 

 

I kept myself hydrated and got to sleep by 12,

So why do I feel like this train is rolling into hell?

 

I’m sure that if I breathe too deeply the devil will know I’m here,

There’s no immediate or obvious threat but my bodies tense with fear. 

 

I’m really f***king tired, I should have got more sleep,

One night of fun that I’ll be paying for all week.

 

Now I’m sat here on a train, sure my brain will soon etxplode, 

Praise Jesus I didn’t drive I’d be a nightmare on the road

 

An hour left aboard the train to be spent battling with my BS brain

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