| My dear loaded friend
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| Please hear what I’m saying
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| You’re not gonna win
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| At this game you’re playing
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| You’ll go straight to hell
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| If you go anywhere
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| I tell you this
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| Only because I care
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| Slow down friend
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| Your wicked ways you’ve got to mend
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| Hit the brakes my friend
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| You’re headed for a dead end
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| You’re pulling the wool
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| Over everyone’s eyes
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| When you say that you’re clean
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| While you savor your highs
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| Yes, you are slick
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| And I’m just a fool
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| But the Devil
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| Is gonna take you to school
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| You knew you were losing the game you were in
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| When you had to do time for heroin
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| You turned to the Lord and you got salvation
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| But you thought it would be different with some medication
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| After your completion of a famous rehab
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| Your doctor prescribed you some Loritab
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| It helped your anxiety and general pain
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| But the pilot was ignited and now you’re insane
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| You say it’s from a doctor so it doesn’t count
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| You have a real prescription for a medical amount
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| You speak sober lingo but your eyes are pinned
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| You’d suck my cock for some Vicodin
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| Like so many before, you developed «bad back»
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| And to cool it down, took a chunk o' smack
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| One day at a time you sell your soul
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| Submerged in denial, you’re out of control
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| The real things in your life are up on the shelf
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| Like most of us, I guess, you’ve got to find out for yourself
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| You don’t want a square telling you what to do
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| The rules of the road don’t apply to you
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| But when I look in your eyes, my heart gets the knife
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| Cuz you made a wrong turn on the road of life
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| I’m only trying to flag you down my friend
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| Pull over, turn around, you’re headed for a dead end |