As I struggle through a drunken maze
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Here I climb the walls and stay up for days
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Through my head speeds the chemical burn
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Yes, I like it that way
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My closest friends are powdered dreams
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A bottomless glass, blackened smoke screen
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My mind is sick but my arms are clean,
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And I like it that way
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Mt fucking life gets turned so upside down
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At least it seems that way sometimes
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The past two nights boy, have been the same fucked up day
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A damn strange 48
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My mind is sick
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My soul is sick
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My heart is sick
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Just one more hour and I?l get some sleep
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First do another shot to wash down the speed
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How times flies as I? killing myself
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I wouldn? have no other way
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Money slips through my trembling fingers
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It? 6:00 am; I just bought more shit
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The spots I see are like family
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A damn strange 48
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My mind is numb my blood runs thin
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I?e lost my grip but found religion
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On a mirror lays my last future out
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I can? go, oh God not this way
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One final rush, as my life passes by
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I can? stand up I don? feel quite right
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I fade to black my soul deteriorates
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That was my last?
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48
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Strange 48
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| Substance D |
