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Dear cocaine, I'm not your bitch. |
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Dear cocaine, I'm not your whore anymore |
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I hate the day we ever met |
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The times with you I'll just forget |
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So dear cocaine, quit calling me |
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The phone is off and I'm fast asleep |
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I can't recall when we last slept |
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The times with you I'll just regret |
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What can I say, I said I'm not your bitch. |
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Or should I say, I'm not your whore... anymore |
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I'm not your whore... anymore |
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I'm coming down... |
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Dear cocaine, you're not my friend |
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Dear cocaine this is the end |
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'Cause I missed the days, when I used to smile |
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When life was simple and so alive |
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So dear cocaine, don't follow me |
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Don't turn around, don't say a thing to me |
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Let me go, 'cause I know |
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That I could do this on my own |
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Dear cocaine, I'm not your whore... anymore |
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I'm not your whore... anymore |
