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Breathalyzed...Crystals turning green before my eyes; Suddenly...there's a policeman looking down at me I did something wrong and I know it was a beaut; When he pulled me in and I parked upon his foot, so gently... I got sick....when he brought me down the local nick, They said, "We want your blood to test for alcohol." Paralyzed...500 milligrams per hundred mil., Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.
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