You had tragic 8-ball eyes
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But you laughed at your demise
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like it was a joke
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All goosed up, suburban trash
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Your arms are tied, you're failing fast
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You couldn't let go
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Let's go get some Chinese Rocks
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Chatterbox you squawk a lot
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You'd better get off the phone
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It's a Sad Vacation without you
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You hurt me baby but I love you
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All by myself, I'm so alone
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Too much way too soon
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the Junkie Business you do
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You made damn sure you were Born to Lose
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[Chorus:]
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Tracks are all you left for me
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After you O.D.'d
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I can't put my arms around your memory
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After you oh...after you O.D.'d
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like a Subway Train with a One Track Mind
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Goin' Steady Downtown Pipeline
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You'd better Go Back To Go
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In Cold Blood, Dead Or Alive
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JeyBoy you don't seem so high
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Ask Me No Questions, I'll tell you no lies
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Let's go get some Chinese Rocks
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Yeah Chatterbox you talked that talk
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But there ain't nobody home
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It's a Sad Vacation, yeah it's true
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You Hurt Me Johnny but I Love You
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But you just screamed 'Leave Me Alone'
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Too Much way Too Soon
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All the Voodoo You Do
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You made damned sure you were Born To Lose
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[Rep't Chorus]
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You O.D.'d
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Yeah you O.D.'d
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Down in New Orleans
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You fucking died junkie!
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Tracks
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| The Black Halos |
