| He didn’t hit me for a home
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| Or hit me up 'cause he was cold
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| He was addicted to drugs
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| And I could see that in his eyes
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| What about me?
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| Well I was only rolled
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| He didn’t rob me for food
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| It wasn’t hunger, but a jonze
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| He needed a fix,
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| Someone will fix my broken bones
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| And I’ll feel better in the morning
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| The pain will fade as time goes by What was taken,
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| I won’t miss, or I’ll replace
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| Nevermind me, well I’m all right
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| He seemed to hate what he was doing
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| He sure knew how to get it done
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| Possessed by an addiction
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| I don’t have to comprehend
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| What about me?
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| Well he whipped me with a gun
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| He didn’t rob me for food
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| It wasn’t hunger, but a jonze
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| He needed a fix,
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| Someone will fix my broken bones
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| And I’ll feel better in the morning
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| The pain will fade as time goes by What was taken,
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| I won’t miss, or I’ll replace
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| Nevermind me, well I’m all right |