I wanna be clean but I gotta get high
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...It's good to be here so hard to come by...
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You bring pain cause you got game...
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And needles and pins a man can't take
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...Peaches living in niches
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...Digging the scene like beautiful cliches
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...From these shapes of a gangster lean
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...Ignoring wars on gasoline
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...Our god's ?? and made to get high
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...God's left hand wasn't made to get by...
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Got more highs left in me
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...And there's more room in recovery...
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From evil ?? that strip all chrome
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...From Marshall Amps into broken homes...
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And borstal blues to countless clicks
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...That rhythm sticks to those classic cheques...
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Steal your tears and drown your fears
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...All is clear in a glass of beer
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...Peaches living in niches...
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Digging the scene like beautiful cliches...
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You fill me with endorphins...
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And you star in magazines...
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We draw liquor from the mattress springs
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...It ain't over til the last bell rings...
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Got more highs you and me...
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And deluxe rooms in recovery
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Rush Minute
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| Massive Attack |
