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I tried your cocaine |
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Just to know what it could do |
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I had to try it again |
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Just to give it a second chance |
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But it tore out my soul |
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Passed out, crashed out on a mat |
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And that was the end of that |
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Oh lately, I've been such a drag |
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All down in the dumps, man |
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Moping and dragging my feeds |
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Coping with a life of luxuries |
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Focused on my defeats and all the things it sucks to be |
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Like the Great One said, "It's a crock of crap!" |
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And that was the end of that |
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Here we go |
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Wait don't go |
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You distract me so |
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And you make it so easy to hide in the scenery |
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In your vintage jewellery |
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Like some f*cked up bumblebee |
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Headed for the potpourri |
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Of the ladies room |
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Wait don't go |
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You turn me on so |
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With your bee-sting lips |
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And your pepper-grinder hips |
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Like a thread and the needle |
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We're just typical people |
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We're hoping to be friends, do cool stuff and be equal |
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I think that's where it's at |
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Can't we just say that that was the end of that |
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Was the end of that... |
