Everyday I lay
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In a bed of needles.
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Oh the summer, the sun,
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The sky deep and blue.
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They say it's time to die.
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They say you better try.
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Others make their connections.
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Some people want to fight.
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Some people wanna get by.
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Others stuck with addiction.
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Chorus:
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And in my head i'm going southbound.
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And somehow I don't feel the same.
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They say it's time to die.
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They say you better try.
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Kid you make your connection.
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You feel the needle bite.
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Walk on the other side.
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You are stuck with addiction.
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Chorus:
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And in my head i'm going southbound.
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And somehow I don't feel the same.
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6:15 rattles all my bones.
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At 65 your motor groans.
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Whatever it takes to get it done.
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You take your time but you hurry up.
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Southbound
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| Vision Of Disorder |
