| Damn, a junkie never had it so bad
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| Didn’t know what I wanted
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| But I know what I had — something
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| I never stood a goddamn chance
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| Just another victim of your fucked-up circumstance
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| You barely even knew my name
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| But I don’t think it’s such a goddamned shame
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| 'Cause I don’t care about anything
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| I just know
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| I wanna go down
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| When I know that I’m nothing
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| I wanna go down
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| Hearing all of your lies
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| I wanna go down
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| Gotta move, gotta make it inside
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| Though I know I might as well die
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| I know you’ll never give nothing to me
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| 'Cause it’s my own damn responsibility
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| You’re a habit that’s hard to break
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| Mental addiction is my disability
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| I never saw nothing that I want
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| 'Til you and nothing is what I got
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| Sometimes I think I’ll forget about you
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| Then I remember
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| I wanna go down
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| When I know that I’m nothing
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| I wanna go down
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| Hearing all of your lies
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| I wanna go down
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| Gotta move, gotta make it inside
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| Though I know I might as well die
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| When I know that I’m nothing
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| I wanna go down
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| When I know that I’m nothing
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| I wanna go down
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| Hearing all of your lies
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| I wanna go down
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| Gotta move, gotta make it inside
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| Though I know I might as well die |