| She draws the costume correct
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| In thick, black and red eyeliner
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| Yeah, she’s too young for the club
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| But the guys at the door don’t mind her
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| The boys are all lining up for their chance
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| To wine and dine her
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| She thinks she’s working the scene
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| But she’s caught up in a web full of spiders
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| And all the drinks they buy her
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me home if you wantâ€
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me home if you wantâ€
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| Hey, hey
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| Then you wake up beside her saying
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| «Baby, I think you should leave»
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| She had a really rough night
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| She got too high and now she can’t breathe
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| And if the ambulance comes
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| You know they’re gonna bring the police
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| So you wrap her up tight, put her to sleep
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| Beneath a willow tree and your hands are clean
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me home if you wantâ€
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me home if you wantâ€
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me home if you wantâ€
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me homeâ€
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| So go out and have your fun tonight
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| You might as well go out and raise your glass to life
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| Go out and have your fun tonight
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| You might as well go out and raise your drinks to life
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| 'Cause we’re all going to hell
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| And so now we can see how easily we become
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| Hopelessly tangled up in the very webs we’ve spun
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| So give me one last line and I promise you I’m done
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| This is the story of how one night can weigh a ton
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me home if you wantâ€
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me home if you wantâ€
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby
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| Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe
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| You can drive me home if you wantâ€
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| Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine
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| She don’t like cocaine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cocaine (We're All Going To Hell) , by - Strata. Song from the album Strata Presents The End Of The World, in the genre Альтернатива