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Nobody Wants to be a Junkie(when they grow up) A needle in my arm and a pipe on the floor, the beers' getting warm, but I don't care anymore. I just want everyone to leave me alone. Lord, you're up so high can't you save me? Before the devil's hand reaches out to take me, to a place where nothing good exists ever again. Where there's nothing to feel and nothing to be, where the only reality is the needle and me. |
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