| When I was younger I felt so pure
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| I didn’t know corruption waited for me
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| I tried to duck, I tried to freeze
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| Tried to bury my head in the sand
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| But the sand it turned to mud
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| And in the mud is where I got stuck
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| But the sand it turned to mud
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| And in the mud is where I got stuck
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| I’ve seen the older men who smelt like booze
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| in their clothes
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| How could they face the morning
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| With their life and teeth in a mess
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| I tried cigarettes, I tried booze
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| I tried tip-ex and I tried glue
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| All my feelings and morals are wrong
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| 'Cause all the chemicals that I have done
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| They turn them on and off
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| They turn them on and off
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| I need a cigarette
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| I need a drink
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| I need a cigarette
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| I need a drink
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| Something clicked and I fell off the edge
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| I bashed my head again and again
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| I lost myself in life’s of shame
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| How could I face the morning clawing up at me?
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| I need a cigarette
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| I need a drink
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| I need a cigarette
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| I need a drink
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| I need a cigarette
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| I need a drink
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| I need a cigarette
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| I need a drink |