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I don't know just where I'm going |
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But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can |
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'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man |
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When I put a spike into my vein |
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And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same |
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When I'm rushing on my run |
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And I feel just like Jesus' son |
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And I guess that I just don't know |
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And I guess that I just don't know |
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I have made the big decision |
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I'm gonna try to nullify my life |
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'Cause when the blood begins to flow |
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When it shoots up the dropper's neck |
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When I'm closing in on death |
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And you can't help me not, you guys |
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And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk |
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You can all go take a walk |
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And I guess that I just don't know |
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And I guess that I just don't know |
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I wish that I was born a thousand years ago |
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I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas |
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On a great big clipper ship |
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Going from this land here to that |
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In a sailor's suit and cap |
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Away from the big city |
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Where a man can not be free |
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Of all of the evils of this town |
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And of himself, and those around |
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Oh, and I guess that I just don't know |
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Oh, and I guess that I just don't know |
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Heroin, be the death of me |
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Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life |
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Because a mainer to my vein |
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Leads to a center in my head |
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And then I'm better off than dead |
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Because when the smack begins to flow |
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I really don't care anymore |
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About all the Jim-Jim's in this town |
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And all the politicians makin' busy sounds |
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And everybody puttin' everybody else down |
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And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds |
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'Cause when the smack begins to flow |
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Then I really don't care anymore |
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Ah, when the heroin is in my blood |
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And that blood is in my head |
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Then thank God that I'm as good as dead |
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Then thank your God that I'm not aware |
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And thank God that I just don't care |
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And I guess I just don't know |
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And I guess I just don't know |
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