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What you you gonna do, |
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Time's caught up with you |
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Now you wait your turn, |
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You know there's no return |
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Take your written rules, |
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You join the other fools |
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Turn to something new, |
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Now it's killing you |
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First it was the bomb, |
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Vietnam napalm, |
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Disillusioning, |
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You push the needle in |
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From life you escape, |
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Reality(')s that (way/fade) |
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Colors in your mind satisfy in time |
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Oh you you know you must be blind, |
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To do such things like this, |
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To take the sleep that you don't know |
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You're giving Death a kiss |
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Poor little fool now |
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Your mind is full of pleasure, |
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Your BODY's looking ill |
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To you it's shallow leisure, |
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So drop the acid pill |
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Don't stop to think now |
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You're having a good time baby, |
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But that won't last, |
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Your mind's all full of things, |
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You're living too fast, |
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Go out enjoy yourself, |
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Don't bar it in |
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You need someone to help you |
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stick the needle in, yeah |
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Now you know the scene, |
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Your skin starts turnin' green |
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Your eyes no longer see life's reality |
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Push the needle in, |
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Face Death's sickly grin |
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Holes are in your skin, |
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Caused by deadly pin |
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Head starts spinning 'round, |
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You fall down to the ground |
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Feel your body heave, |
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Death's hand starts to weave |
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It's too late to turn, |
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You Don't want to learn |
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Price of life you hide, |
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Now You're gonna die |
