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Can't Get Enough


All those times I was sneakin' to the bathroom and you never knew Couldn't get along without just a puff or two. Comin' out glossy eyed was part of the gig, but my dark eyes would always hide my life full of sin. My hands both tired to that guy I thought would never leave me-to the scumb bag that I thought would only see me. Burnin' through my bills like they grew on trees, take me to that place that lets me be free, turn me into that girl I so long to be. Chillin' in my void and never want to leave, too bad its illegal to feel this free. Dear almost lover why did we have to part, you know there's no way I can't live in the dark, Whether straight to the vein or right to the lung, living this sober life doesn't seem much fun. Tick tick, flame that gold on the silver-charred out, don't let the smoke out, feels like I sold out. Load another bit because I want to be sure, that I can continue this calm to my nerves.
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