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She’s got lips, red like a cherry
Kissing the load she chose to carry
She just powdered her nose
Crawling down the path she chose
She’s about to break
Falling down, fragile as a snowflake

Snorting coke, blowing snow
When your sober, you feel low
So why not take another sniff
After that, let’s smoke a spliff
Fucked up addict, junkie face
I tried to reach you
But your mind is like a fucking maze

She keeps saying: “There’s no day but today,
I simply want to live this way”.
And though I kind of believe that’s true
I’m not sure whether you do
The drugs have taken over you

Snorting coke, blowing snow
When your sober, you feel low
So why not take another sniff
After that, let’s smoke a spliff
Fucked up addict, junkie face
I tried to reach you
But your mind is like a fucking maze

I have to admit, looking at you dancing like hell,
I have given up on you.
I know in your mouth is another pill
I can’t help to wonder: what will be next?
A shot of heroine, a needle in your arm.
I’m sorry honey, I won’t ring the alarm.

Snorting coke, blowing snow
When your sober, you feel low
So why not take another sniff
After that, let’s smoke a spliff
Fucked up addict, junkie face
I tried to reach you
But your mind is like a fucking maze



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