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Waking up with an 8.2 When it seemed like the easiest thing to do When someone said "here's one for you!" Mouth's so dried and I just spit ash In a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash But it's all right it was just bad stash "Jump inside" he said, (I tried/I'll try), "I never met a junkie that I didn't like" said he And who am I to disagree? {sometimes "I think I'm gonna disagree" live, apparently} CHORUS: (Oh,) how can you stay when you're 60 million miles away? How can you fly when you're (home) free? And(/oh) how can you feel when your mind's made up like a will of steel? How can you deal in your tree? Sick of ecstasy Kicked in bad and you got too low To be down in a company you don't know Said 'come on in got a right good blow' Yeah, talking, talking the whole world's clear Until a guy with a goatee got a touch of fear Which went round the room like diahorea Bored with this, I'm bored with that I'm stuck in bed alone with a-you know what No rest, with a heart beating outta your chest CHORUS Sick of LSD CHORUS (x2) Sick of drugs are we
Writer(s): Ginger Wildheart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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