I was shooting in the back of the car
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When the windows smashed on the police cars
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I was swimming through the streets of New York
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With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
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And it was making her cry...
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But it was making me high
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She was a hooker at the age of sixteen
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All she wanted was the money, she didn't need an I.D.
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She was a junkie, and I know it's cliche
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But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L.A.
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And it was making her cry...
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But it was making her high
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And it was making her cry...
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And it was making her high
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Riot in my skull
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The demons are coming
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Los Angeles is dead
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These drugs ain't working
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Painted it all black
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The chains are jerking
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Los Angeles is dead
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The drugs ain't working
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Riot in my skull
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The demons are coming
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Los Angeles is dead
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The drugs ain't working
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Los Angeles is dead
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The drugs ain't working
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Los Angeles is dead
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The Drugs Not Working
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Ryan Adams |