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Good To The Last Drop

Good To The Last Drop

written by: A Stump



I found myself in the bottom of a bottle.
I don’t know how I got here.
I can’t climb out, the grade’s too steep.
I can’t seem to stay asleep.

They say it’s good to the last drop,
But really that’s just spin.
I can’t seem to open the door
Of the prison that I put myself in.

Freedom from 80 proof
Isn’t freedom at all.
Feeling absolutely bulletproof
Doesn’t mean you’re standing tall.

It’s hard to say how it is,
Drowning on dry land.
Help me find the shoreline,
And crawl back on the sand.

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