| Didn’t anyone tell you
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| That life was a lousy substitute
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| You’re not packing angels now
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| In your undertaker’s suit
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| It’s funky down in the gutter
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| That’s what all the bitches say
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| I’ll just call it a celebration
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| If the devil walks my way
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| You are my heroin
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| You are my heroin
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| Welcome into the garden sarah
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| Come see how my roses die
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| We were looking for heaven
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| Couldn’t bear to pass you by
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| There are stories of bad luck, yeah
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| But they come to bless us all
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| If it’s true that you doubt it
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| Go ask alice when she’s ten feet tall
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| You are my heroin
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| You are my heroin
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| You are my heroin
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| I was talking to sweet thing
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| She said hang your horses high
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| There are jokers and tokers
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| Here’s some pills you ought to try
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| Some say it’s a vacation
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| Some say I will never die
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| God won’t stop at my station
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| Hear all the mothers cry
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| You are my heroin
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| You are my heroin
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| You are my heroin
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| You keep saying kick it, quit it
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| Lord but did you ever try
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| To turn your sick soul inside out
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| So that the world can watch you die
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| Home is where I live inside
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| My home is filled with pain
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| And it might not be such a bad idea
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| If I never went home again
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| You are my heroin
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| You are my heroin
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| You are my heroin
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| There are stories of bad luck, yeah
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| But they come to bless us all
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| If it’s true that you doubt it
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| Go ask alice when she’s ten feet tall
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| You are my heroin
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| You are my heroin
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| You know that it’s true |