| I can’t see through this haze,
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| My mind has been re-arranged.
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| Yeah it’s all gone up in smoke
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| And stuck to my throat and left me broke.
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| I don’t seem too much to mind,
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| I seem to get along just fine.
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| I make sure that I drink from my cup
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| I got two eyes that look and I follow my foot.
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| Ahhh yeah,
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| I’m a waster.
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| Yeah sure I smoke a little dope.
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| Ahhh yeah,
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| I’m a waster 'til I die.
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| You might think that I’ve my shoulders in the air,
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| I gotta scratch them with receptors instead.
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| I live in trees but I just get stuck
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| I watch the sun go down, then I get up.
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| I choose my outfit from the clothes on the floor,
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| I’m drinking cold tea then I head for my door.
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| I’m going down all those back alleyways,
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| You know, you ain’t gonna see me again.
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| Ahhh yeah,
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| I’m a waster.
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| I want to poke before I choke.
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| Ahhh yeah,
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| I’m a waster, sure sometime.
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| Politicians, V.I.Ps,
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| You ain’t what the world needs.
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| Future marching, setting suns,
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| We ain’t the ones.
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| Oh please, God help me.
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| Ahhh yeah,
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| I’m a waster.
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| Yes sure I smoke a little dope.
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| Ahhh yeah,
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| I’m a waster 'til I die,
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| 'til I die. |