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Doing E, doing speed, doing ******* |
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Mix it with alcohol and go insane |
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In the morning the edge of the knife |
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Where the hell is the bright side of life? |
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It's a farcical high for a few hours |
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Then you're blind and you can't see the bright flowers |
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For the light of a child and the glee |
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If you splurge then the law you'll agree |
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Turns you into a shell of what you used to be |
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All the weeks you're living in a fantasy |
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Fantasize about the party to come |
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Then your day life just doesn't seem fun |
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I'm not telling you how to do your thing |
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I'm just laying down some facts about indulging |
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How the *******t going 'round can become |
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Your controller, your dictator, your one |
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I'm giving it up I swear in the New Year |
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No more of that for me, you'll see |
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I'm going to be going straight I can't wait |
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Until this year is gone, party on |
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Coming down on the ground in a small house |
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You're a man but you feel like a small mouse |
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Not so long ago you felt like a king |
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Someone give me psychiatrist a ring |
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We'll have no bread and feel feckin' brain dead |
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All alone in a room full of E heads |
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Feel so hollow and sickeningly and worthless |
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There's no cure in the mosques or the churches |
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I met strangers who barely six hours ago |
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Were the best friends I thought I'd ever know |
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Now they're strangers again 'cos I'm down |
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And I won't say 'Hello' if I see them in town |