People say that drunks speak only truths
Who knows if it's true
What I assure is that every time I'm drinking
I urgently look for you and only think about seeing you

When I'm sober, I barely remember you
I don't know where you live, much less that I love you
I see you on the street and I play it very cool
And a while later drunk, I look for you desperately

I down a bottle and I kind of locate you
I finish a six-pack, I start to miss you a little
A 12-pack on top, I love you and I need you
I carry an 18-pack and straight to your house

I'm drunk, the band is on its way
Already drowning, serenades among screams
Just drunk, I dare to confess to you
That I feel a drunkard's love for you

I down a bottle and I kind of locate you
I finish a six-pack and start to miss you a little
A 12-pack on top, I love you and I need you
I carry an 18-pack and straight to your house

I'm drunk, the band is on its way
Already drowning, serenades among screams
Just drunk, I dare to confess to you
That I feel a drunkard's love for you

I down a bottle and I kind of locate you
I finish a six-pack and start to miss you a little
A 12-pack on top, I love you and I need you
I carry an 18-pack and straight to your house

I'm drunk, the band is on its way
Already drowning, serenades among screams
Just drunk, I dare to confess to you
That I feel a drunkard's love for you

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