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Was it destiny that one day |
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It was born |
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Drunk creature of the night who haunts us for our brew |
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It was dark, midnight or so, when most had left for home |
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Breath of life, |
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Lohocla lives, the barley entity |
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Now it is alive spawned from the loins of beer |
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Throat parched and on a quest to quench his - die hard thirst |
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All he asks oblige him in giving up your drink |
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It's okay, don't shit your pants, he's tamer than you think |
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Where is he from? |
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Why is he here? |
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Nocturnal boozer on a pursuit of beer |
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So set him free from sobriety-tonight! |
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Inebriate! |
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One of his favorite words |
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Control his state of mind though he has no dime |
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Out of cash and out of stash, he's coming off his high |
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Time to cruise the local joints to mooch |
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Iiquld food |
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Wading through the bar and wasted off his ass |
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Lohocla's drunk again yet still he begs for more |
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One day you'll encounter him, you'd better share your beer |
