| «You are here again
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| At this wicked place
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| Men look at you
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| They want to pay the price»
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| Somebody speaks to you
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| He wants to set you free
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| He wants to be your real friend
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| «It's time for you to leave»
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| He is an addict, too
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| He needs the same help
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| Both have the same aim
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| To escape from this hell
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| After a few years
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| They want to come together
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| Make a withdrawal treatment
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| And encourage each other:
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| Hold out to the end
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| Resist… and live
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| After midnight you hear screams
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| Addicted bodies wnat their rations
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| Painful days, sleepless nights
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| Always greedy of more pills, of more pills
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| Take care of your life
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| After one week without H They’re thinkning it’s all over
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| Having new hope and courage
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| Time to leave their dirty flat, dirty flat!
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| One new man is born
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| One new girl is born
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| Death can wait for them
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| Now they wanna live!
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| Full of happiness
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| Both are careless
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| Going out of the flat
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| To walk down the streets
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| She reads the newspaper of today
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| Another guy died by an overdose
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| But new victims are ready to die
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| Smiling faces of the big bosses
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| These rich, powerful, common men
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| Making business, dealing death
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| She is shocked by reality
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| He is going out with «old friends»
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| Late in the night
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| The girl is coming home
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| After closing the door
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| She looks to the ground
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| The boy is lying there
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| One paper in the hand:
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| «I couldn’t still resist
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| But you must go on:
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| Hold out to the end
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| Resist… and live!"
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| Hold out! |