| I used to know a girl
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| She had two pierced nipples and a black tattoo
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| We’d drink that Mexican beer
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| We’d live on Mexican food
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| Yeah, I wish I could go back
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| Yes, back in time
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| Is there used to be the kind of girl that you would never leave, yeah?
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| She’d do anything to give me what I need for my disease
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| She’d do anything
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| I can hear them talkin' in the real world
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| Yeah but they don’t understand
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| That I’m happy in hell with my heroin girl
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| Yeah with my heroin girl
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| Is there used to be the kind of lover, you would never leave, yeah?
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| She’d do anything to give me what I need for my disease
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| She’d do anything
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| I can hear them talkin' in the real world
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| Yeah but they don’t understand
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| That I am losin' myself in a white-trash hell
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| Lost inside a heroin girl
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| Yeah with the heroin girl
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| They found her out in the fields
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| About a mile from home
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| Her face was warm from the sun
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| But her body was cold
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| I heard the policeman say
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| Just another overdose
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| Just another overdose
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| Is there used to be the kind of lover, you would never leave, yeah?
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| She’d do anything to give me what I need for my disease
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| She’d do anything |