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Pretty serious anti-drug song, isn't it? |
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Caution |
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We have no future, we have no past |
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We're just drifting ghosts of gla*s |
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Brown sugar, ice in our veins |
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No pressure, no pain |
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Everybody looks the same to me |
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Rows and rows of faces on the balcony |
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I can hear them calling down to me |
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Come up here - set us free |
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Got sugar in our brains |
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Or a dagger in our hearts |
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This is not my home, no |
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Everyone's bought and sold |
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This is not my home |
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Everybody's walking round the dead and cold |
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One by one by one we disappear |
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Day after day and year after year |
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You are run about our wasted there |