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waking up with an 8.2 |
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when it seemed like the easiest thing to do |
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when someone said "here's one for you!" |
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mouth's so dried and I just spit ash |
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in a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash |
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but it's all right it was just bad stash |
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"jump inside" he said, (I tried/I'll try), "I never met a junkie that I didn't like" said he |
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and who am I to disagree? {sometimes "I think I'm gonna disagree" live, apparently} |
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CHORUS: |
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(oh,) how can you stay when you're 60 million miles away? |
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how can you fly when you're (home) free? |
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and(/oh) how can you feel when your mind's made up like a will of steel? |
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how can you deal in your tree? |
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sick of ecstasy |
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kicked in bad and you got too low |
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to be down in a company you don't know |
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said 'come on in got a right good blow' |
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yeah, talking, talking the whole world's clear |
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until a guy with a goatee got a touch of fear |
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which went round the room like diahorea |
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bored with this, I'm bored with that |
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I'm stuck in bed alone with a-you know what |
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no rest, with a heart beating outta your chest |
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CHORUS |
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sick of LSD |
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CHORUS (x2) |
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sick of drugs are we |