| We’ve got a secret that we can not explain.
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| We’re happier than we were yesterday.
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| We’re so high that our minds don’t have frames.
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| It’s New York City in the afternoon.
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| It’s 20 bucks if we’re in Brooklyn soon.
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| But don’t tell anyone,
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| let’s just keep it to ourselves.
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| Well it’s do or die, so just pay that guy, and we’ll buzz #302.
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| Well we did and died, and we paid the price.
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| Did you make it another night too?
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| What a week on the road with my friends.
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| Speed, cocaine, and heroin.
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| I’d be lying if I said I’d rather be home.
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| People worry too much about the end.
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| I keep it simple, I love and trust my friends,
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| but I’d rather be in New York doing heroin again |