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I heard somebody fixed today |
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There was no last goodbyes to say |
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His will to live ran out |
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I heard somebody turned to dust |
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Looking back at what he left |
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A list of plans and photographs |
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Songs that never will be sung |
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These are the thinge he wont get done |
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Ive seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man |
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Ive seen them crawl from the cradle to the gutter on their hands |
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The fight a war but its fatal, its so hard to understand |
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Ive seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use that man |
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Just one shot to say goodbye |
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One last taste to mourn and cry |
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Scores and shoots, the lights go dim |
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Just one shot to do him in |
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He hangs his head and wonders why |
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Why the monkey only lies |
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But pay the pauper, he did choose |
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He hing his head inside the noose |
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Ive seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use that man |
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Ive seen them crawl from the cradle to the coffin on their hands |
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They fight a war but its fatal, its so hard to understand |
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Ive seen the man use the needle, seen the needle in his hand |
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Cryptic writing on the wall, the beginning of the end |
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Ive seen myself use the needle, seen the needle in my hand |
