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Black man comin' down the avenue |
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Arm shot full of holes, don't know what to do |
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Goes to the doctor, says Doctor please |
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Just give me something to make the pains cease |
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Said I can't do nothing about it |
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I'm so sick without it |
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I don't want to talk about it |
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I can't learn to live without it |
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Down to recovery where the psychos are kept |
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Ain't no prisoners but they watch evey step |
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Down to the wires hooked up to your head |
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They push that button and you wish you were dead |
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Looks through the cobwebs all in his mind |
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Too many times he's gone under the knife |
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It's like a cancer that's trying to kill |
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The more you feed it the worse that you feel |
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Cuts so cruel that fatal design |
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Once you're connected you haven't much time |
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Crystal and cobalt and feeling no pain |
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Then comes the darkness to feed on your brain |
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Said I can't do nothing about it |
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I'm so sick without it |
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I don't want to talk about it |
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I can't learn to live without it |
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I can't cope or strike out at it |
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I can't get through the night without it |
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I can't fight the finding out about it |
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I just wanna die without it |
