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In a police car i feel so very small |
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I see my lover's face and i watch her teardrops fall |
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And i try to figure out where i'd fallen off the track |
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I sold my soul to the devil and then i stole it back |
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And in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends |
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And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end |
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Hope to die now, cuz you know i'm better off dead |
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Hey brother, won't you lend me a helpin' hand? |
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I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins |
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I feel like marlon brando and i've hid another day's pain |
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I'm goin' back where it's safe, goin' back to the womb |
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I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon |
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And christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun |
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Waitin' for good times that seem to never come |
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Goin' out now, gonna get myself a gun |
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Please stop me, don't you know i'm on a run? |
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Aren't you tired of the detox and the places in the mind? |
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Aren't you tired of the misery, aren't you tired of doin' time? |
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And i try to figure out where i'd fallen off the track |
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You know i sold my soul to the devil and then i stole it back |
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I'm a dope fiend, i'm a liar, a cheat and a thief |
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At my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath? |
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Dress in black now, show everyone your grief |
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Well, i'm gone now, you can all feel relief! |
