Dust settles on a thin cloud
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Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
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I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours
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Staring at a line of white powder
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High-priced madness pays the tab
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I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
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I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had
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A touch too much of white powder
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And she's a habit I can't handle
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For a reason I can't say
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I'm in love with a wild white lady
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She's as sweet as the stories say
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White powder white lady
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You're one and the same
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Come on down to my house won't you
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And hit this boy again
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Shock waves to a tired brain
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Sends that hungry lady to my door again
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She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain
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Entertaining white powder
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I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied
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Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride
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I might just escape while the others might die
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Riding on a high of white powder
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White Lady White Powder
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| Elton John |
