The journey into drunkenness
Is like a coming down
For those who’re under lots of stress
And want to paint the town.

The valley into which they go
Is deeper than the sea,
Where they no longer need to know
How life’s supposed to be.

And, when they reach their journey’s end,
They’ll have another drink,
And happy those who have a friend
With whom to go clink-clink.

When I drank, though, I drank alone
To drown my mind’s incessant drone.

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