| up dud…
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| I coulda got down but instead I got high
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| Chasin' the dragonflies
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| Now
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| My angel cries out loud
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| Falling forward face first in a mud puddle
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| Reflecting what’s inside
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| Sun above me the the whole time
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| Life’s a puzzle-
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| That’s a lie
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| It’s a test
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| I hope you don’t pass out
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| It started with a little line and grew into a mound
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| He crushed a couple pills
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| And reassured me with a big smile
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| Handin' me the straw
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| Promised me I’d climb over the hill
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| But never mentioned nothin' bout the hole
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| You drown in underground
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| I found myself minutes later at the kitchen sink
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| On an elevator sick
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| Praying for the missing link
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| But before I had the time to stop and think
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| The pills already hit my brain and
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| Damn, I was feelin' great
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| Better than I ever felt
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| Pleasure is a leather belt
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| Never mind the path to heaven winds
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| Directly through Hell
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| I finally feel like I no longer need the help
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| Stronger than I ever felt
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| (Stronger than I ever felt)
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| Stomach tied in knots
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| I started nodding off
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| All my close friends gathered round and tried to pry and prod
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| I wondered if I’m wrong
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| Feeling like I lied to God
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| Now their tryin' to call my mom
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| Maybe it’s time to stop
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| Life is too short for
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| Long nights and sleepy afternoons
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| Plus I gotta little one at home
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| Who wants his Daddy back
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| He’s learnin' how to walk
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| But hopefully not
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| In his Daddy’s shoes
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| In his Daddy’s tracks
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| They never told me about the power
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| Of the drug
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| Just how to do it, circle of influence was corrupt
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| They showed me how to fuck
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| Because nobody ever showed them how to make love
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| (make love)
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| Now that I’m done there’s a hole
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| I feel I can’t fill
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| It’s as if my whole life’s story
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| Was crushed up in that pill
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| The first one probably should have been the last
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| Or never been the first
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| That lead to smoking Fentanyl patches
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| It didn’t sink in
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| Until I had to bury him
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| Walkin' home from his grave with both eyes starin' in
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| (staring in)
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| He was gonna marry her
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| (marry her)
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| And now she’s doing it again. |
| (7x) |