walking down the streets at night
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i see her stumbling through the rain
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a skinny figure in the dark
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her face a shade of grey
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begging here and barking there
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she´s swearing all the time
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her fingers fumbling with her hair
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a dirty mess of grime
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and she starts to cry and she´s asking why
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her life´s always the same
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but she does not see, that unfortunately
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there´s no one here to blame
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"heroin" she said, "was the best i had...
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no more mountains left to climb.
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the world so slow... all my dreams just too high
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to be fulfilled in time...!"
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she grabs my arm... and i feel alarmed
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her fingers gripping tight
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i see her pleading eyes... so i start to diguise
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and say, that everything´s alright...
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and the reason why i pretended and lied
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is that i don´t want to kill
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the poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft
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of the thing that she calls will...!
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"heroin" she said...
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Heroin, She Said
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| Wolfsheim |
