Why do you play with fire
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and run towards disaster
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your head is filled with drugs
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rid of all realizations
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It slows time to a dimension
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you're flying through your brainspace
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you've created a land of milk and honey
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where everything seems to be funny
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You forget drugs' danger
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your life lost every kind of value
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you fall into a hole
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but no one is there to help you
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Why do you play with fire
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and run towards disaster
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your head is filled with drugs
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rid of all realizations
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You're a fucking fool
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with drugs you are a tool
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you're lying with your stinking breath
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sorry you are near to death
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Why do you play with fire
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and run towards disaster
|
your head is filled with drugs
|
rid of all realizations
|
|
It slows time to a dimension
|
you're flying through your brainspace
|
you've created a land of milk and honey
|
where everything seems to be funny
|
|
You forget drugs' danger
|
your life lost every kind of value
|
you fall into a hole
|
but no one is there to help you
|
|
Why do you play with fire
|
and run towards disaster
|
your head is filled with drugs
|
rid of all realizations
|
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Fool
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