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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And it was making her cry
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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 16
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All she wanted was the money
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She didn't need an I.D.
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She was a junkie and I know its cliche
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But then so was her life
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I mean, she lived in L.A.
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And it was making her cry
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And it was making her cry
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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 cry
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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 cry
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(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
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And it was making her cry
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(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
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And it was making her cry
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(Painted it all black, the chains are jerking)
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And it was making her cry
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(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
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And it was making her cry
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(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
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And it was making her cry
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(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
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And it was making her cry
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(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
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Riot in my skull, demons are coming
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L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
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Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
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L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working
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L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
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L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
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The drugs ain't working
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The Drug's Not Working
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| Ryan Adams |
