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He's got plenty of drugs |
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But he can't find his guitar |
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Winds up drowning in puke |
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Or with a needle hanging out of his arm |
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This is plea for drugs |
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This is a plea for booze |
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This is a plea for junk |
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Anything I can use |
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I'll shoot junk in my eye |
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I can't die |
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Whoops- I'm already dead! |
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Maggots are writhing inside my head |
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This is plea for drugs |
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This is a plea for booze |
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This is a plea for junk |
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Anything I can use |
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Desperate for anything |
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Anything I can use |
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A plea for drugs |
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An appeal from me to you |
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There is nothing you can do |
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I'm gonna die, |
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I'm gonna die... |
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See me failing, see me sprawling, see me...go through your purse |
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See me crying, see me dying, see me....ride off in a hearse |
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This is a plea for drugs |
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This is an appeal from me to you |
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There is nothing you can do |
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I'm gonna die, |
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I'm gonna die... |
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I'm pathetic! |
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Yet magnetic! |
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That is until the drugs are gone |
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Then I am a total dick until |
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I get a good load on |
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Don't want to fucking shoot myself, that would be a mess |
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I really should |
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O.D. on junk, |
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I think that would be best! |
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This is plea for drugs |
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This is a plea for booze |
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This is a plea anything |
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Anything I can use |
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A plea for drugs |
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An appeal from me to you |
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There is nothing you can do |
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I'm gonna die, |
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I'm gonna die... |
