gone gone gone into an overdose
Horror blues
and I refuse to lose you here,
dear but I fear
I took one too many
to the point where I just began to take any quivering lip
but I still can’t quit
(Oh) drug user
love abuser
you’ve got me gasping,
eyes rolling back back back to this crap
oh my oh my it’s breathtaking
I’m up up up on this high
oh boy oh boy
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