My soul, you understand, lies in the bottom of this bottle
This vodka bottle, I'm sure it is in there
I have to drink the contents, you understand
To find my soul again
For it has been missing
For a long time now.
I must find what has gone, you must understand
This is the second bottle, the first was a sad joke
My soul wasn't in there as promised on the label
You understand, so now I must drink the next one
For now I am certain it presides in the bottom
The soul that will make me whole again
The spirit I have lost.
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