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It's great to be young |
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Didn't anyone tell you |
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That life was a lousy substitute |
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You're not packing angels now |
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In your undertaker's suit |
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It's funky down in the gutter |
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That's what all the bitches say |
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I'll just call it a celebration |
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If the devil walks my way |
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You are my heroin |
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You are my heroin |
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Welcome into the garden sarah |
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Come see how my roses die |
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We were looking for heaven |
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Couldn't bear to pass you by |
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There are stories of bad luck, yeah |
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But they come to bless us all |
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If it's true that you doubt it |
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Go ask alice when she's ten feet tall |
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You are my heroin |
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You are my heroin |
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You are my heroin |
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I was talking to sweet thing |
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She said hang your horses high |
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There are jokers and tokers |
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Here's some pills you ought to try |
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Some say it's a vacation |
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Some say i will never die |
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God won't stop at my station |
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Hear all the mothers cry |
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You are my heroin |
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You are my heroin |
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You are my heroin |
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You keep saying kick it, quit it |
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Lord but did you ever try. |
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To turn your sick soul inside out |
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So that the world can watch you die |
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Home is where i live inside |
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My home is filled with pain |
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And it might not be such a bad idea |
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If i never went home again |
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You are my heroin |
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You are my heroin |
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You are my heroin |
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There are stories of bad luck, yeah |
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But they come to bless us all |
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If it's true that you doubt it |
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Go ask alice when she's ten feet tall |
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You are my heroin |
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You are my heroin |
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You know that it's true |
