| I’m so strung out And now I don’t know what to do
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| Should I take my life away Dear God or will you pull me through
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| I’m so strung out Some how my life has gone astray
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| So I lay me down to sleep
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| Please Lord now take my soul away
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| Now I’m all alone
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| Sittin' in my room in a corner
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| Starrin' at the wall and I’m wishing I was on a
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| Mission but I’m fishin' in an empty bowl
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| Cocain got my brain And I’m sweatin' 'cause I’m ice cold
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| Hold — on for a minute what’s that sound
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| Raise up to my feet
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| Paranoid lookin' all around
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| Up down on the ground Is it reality?
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| Damn, I always feel like
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| Somebody’s watchin' me
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| Now let me find another plan Lookin' for a plot
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| Lookin' for the man with the sack To get got
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| Shot Lay him down
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| 'cause it don’t be makin' me none
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| Cocain on my brain and I gotta get me some
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| Another mystery
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| sittin' in another room At twelve noon
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| I hope something happen soon
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| I’m crawlin'
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| still burning my knee
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| at 45 degrees Saying please let it be
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| Something
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| In a form of a rock I can’t stop
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| Because the spot getting hot tick tock
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| I see the devil clearer in my past It can’t last
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| Because I’m running out of cash
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| A stash I remember
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| from December My mind gone blank And it could have been November
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| Now
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| as I feel myself blink
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| I look at the world one time and then I think
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| I’m so strung out, I don’t know what to do
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| Should I take away my life, dear God
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| Or will you pull me through, will you pull me through
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| I’m so strung out, I’m so strung out
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| I know that you know that I’m living real trife
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| So lay down that pipe And pick back up your life
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| Just take it away, please God just take it away
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| Won’t you just give another day to me |