The body of a junkie two seconds before the needle reaches
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it's target. More! More! Whatever I get I need twice as much,
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something that makes my heart explode... Anything. On weekends
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I send sick photographs to the ladies in my residential
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neighbourhood, that's my way of expressing something. The
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bullet from your weapon, watch me explode. Closer, closer...
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Now I'm staring at you. Two seconds... A lifetime.
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2 Seconds
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| Misery Loves Co |
