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Cocaine (We're All Going to Hell) |
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Strata |
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She draws the costume correct in thick, black and red eyeliner. |
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She's too young for the club but the guys at the door don't mind her. |
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The boys are all lining up for their chance to wine and dine her. |
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She thinks she's working the scene, |
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but she's caught up in a web full of spiders (and all the drinks they buy her) |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home if you want. |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home if you want. |
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Then you wake up beside her saying "baby I think you should leave..." |
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She had a really rough night, she got too high, now she can't breathe |
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and if the ambulance comes you know they're gonna bring the police, |
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so you wrap her up tight, |
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put her to sleep beneath a willow tree and your hands are clean... |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home if you want. |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home if you want.. |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home if you want. |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home . |
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So go out and have your fun tonight, |
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you might as well go out and raise your glass to life. |
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Go out and have your fun tonight, |
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you might as well go out and raise your drinks to life, |
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'cause we're all going to Hell... |
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And so now we can see how easily we become |
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hopelessly tangled upin the very webs we've spun. |
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So give me one last line and I promise you I'm done - |
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This is the story of how one night can weigh a ton. |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home if you want. |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home if you want. |
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says |
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maybe you can drive me home if you want., |
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She don't like cocaine |
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She don't like cocaine |
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ohh..ohh..ohh..ohh.. |
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