| Well I been on the scene
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| For a mighty long time
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| I never use drugs
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| Because I find
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| It meant destruction
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| To some friends of mine
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| Dope is mean
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| Dope is unkind
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| Just like a bad dream
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| Always on my mind
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| But from a bad dream
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| You will awake
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| Taking drugs
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| Is the final mistake
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| I tripped about drugs
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| And this story I tell
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| So listen all you people
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| And listen well
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| Well it seems to me
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| That I been this way before
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| I seen these sights
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| Just where I’m not sure
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| Maybe in my dreams
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| Or a story told
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| I would know these warnings
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| Even with a blindfold
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| I know this path
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| Has an evil lead
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| You know it’s evil and it’s lurking
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| In the summer breeze
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| Yes it’s evil and it’s lurking
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| Off to my side
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| But I have no fear
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| Because I been here
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| Dig it, dig it
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| I been this way before
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| The path is dark and so unsure
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| Filled with warnings
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| That we all ignore
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| I got to keep my eyes open
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| So I don’t miss the door
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| You got to keep your eyes open
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| So you don’t miss the door, dig it
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| We got to keep our eyes open
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| So we don’t miss the door, dig it
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| Now dig up, everybody
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| This is what I got to say
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| You got to choose real careful
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| Not to go astray
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| Well I know this Joe, he is useless, yeat
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| Without wine, women, fun and song
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| But even wine, women, fun and song
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| Can lead you wrong
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| If you don’t know you gotta be strong
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| I been here before
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| Well the path is rough
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| For rich and poor
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| Young and old, you see I know
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| You. |
| know the road
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| Has so many, so many
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| Highways and bi-ways
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| And both ways and more ways
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| Right ways and wrong ways
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| There’s so many ways
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| You know you better choose right
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| Dig it
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| Here lies such a lovely flower
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| Just look at it sighin'
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| As it lies among the vines
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| I got to watch out
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| As it lies in its spendor
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| 'Cause I know that it’s waiting
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| There to hinder
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| But it can’t fool me
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| 'Cause I know, yes I know
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| 'Cause I know that it’s poison ivy
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| Well poison ivy makes me think
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| About a friend I had
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| Makes me think about a friend
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| Who was my enemy
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| Yes he offered me a pill
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| And said my brain would heal
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| But his pill only gave me
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| A temporary thrill
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| I was trapped like a slave
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| I was trapped like a slave
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| For the slow slow kill
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| This dope would steal
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| Now a bottle of dope
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| Gives me a cold chill
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| Leave the crack alone
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| Leave the crack alone
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| I would rather get
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| The legal stuff that they distill
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| And be better off
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| From now until
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| Because you see I know
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| Because I’ve been here
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| I been this way before
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| The path is dark and so unsure
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| Filled with warnings
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| That we all ignore
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| Taking drugs is the final mistake
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| Taking drugs is the final mistake
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| I been this way before
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| The path is dark and so unsure
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| Filled with warnings
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| That we all ignore |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Been This Way Before , by - Roger Troutman. Song from the album Unlimited!, in the genre Поп