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What you gonna do |
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Time's caught up with you |
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Now you wait your turn |
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You know there's no return |
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Change your empty rules |
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You join the other fools |
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Turn to something new |
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Now it's killing you |
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First it was the bomb, Vietnam napalm |
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Disillusioning, you push the needle in |
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From life you escape, reality's black drape |
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Colours in your mind satisfy your time |
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Oh you, you know you must be blind |
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To do something like this |
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To take the sweet that you don't know |
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You're giving Death a kiss |
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Poor little fool now |
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Your mind is full of pleasure |
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Your body's looking ill |
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To you it's shallow leisure |
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So drop the acid pill |
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Don't stop to think now |
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You're having a good time baby |
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But that won't last |
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Your mind's all full of things |
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You're living too fast |
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Go out, enjoy yourself |
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Don't bottle it in |
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You need someone to help you |
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Push the needle in, yeah |
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Now you know the scene |
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Your skin starts turning green |
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Eyes no longer see life's reality |
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You push the needle in |
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Face death's sickly grin |
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Holes are in your skin |
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Caused by deadly pin |
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Head starts spinning 'round |
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You fall down to the ground |
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Feel your body heave |
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Death's hand starts to weave |
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It's too late to turn |
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You know you want to learn |
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Price of life is high |
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Now you're gonna die |