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Apollo breaks the night; he blinds the stars
The day begins, but first - the hair of dog
The parties of debauchery now start
We're buzzed, we talk with shallow dialogue
A rich man pays me well and funds this place
Parties extravagant - think Great Gatsby
Unlimited everything just in case
We always want to fill our guests with glee
Performers for the men; I strip for girls
Music blasting, cheers! One shots, three shots, more!
We're fucking drunk and high; we dance and twirl
I know tomorrow my head will be sore
Another night like all the other ones
And what exactly am I doing?
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