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 [b]16 [/b] 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
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Sick of Drugs
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