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Come on, bartender. Won't you be more tender? 

Gimme two shots of whiskey, and a beer chaser.

Maybe if I sober up, I will stop pretending that love is forever. Come on, bartender. Won't you be more tender? Gimme two shots of whiskey, and a beer chaser. Maybe if I sober up, I will stop pretending that love is forever.
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