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    I went on a self-destructive rampage last night
    Now I'm paying for it but can't afford the price
    Don't know how I got here been happy all year
    Hadn't taken any drugs before this
    So I took lots of Charlie and drank till everything was blurry, in an Irish pub in Stokie
    Lost my burning desire to live, in a couple lines of Ketamine
    Shut up my brain for a sec and washed it all down with some sex
    Took a cold shower at anti-social hours and crawled back to my bed

    Then I woke up to you and your eyes glazed over like mine
    Except you hadn't had three bottles of wine
    I'm coughing from smoking and groaning from a headache
    I'm wishing I could crawl into your skin for a day
    Then I woke up to you and your nose bleed dripping like mine
    Except you hadn't had too many white lines
    I'm coughing from smoking and groaning from a headache
    You're wishing for a drug that can take the pain away

    I hope the drugs
    I hope the drugs make you feel better
    Whilst you're trying to stay alive
    I'm using mine to feel deader

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    I've been cornered by other thoughts I've tried to suppress
    Feel like a coward colouring the darkness in my mind with narcotics
    Don't know how I got here this was meant to be my year
    Tonight I'll wear the mask and play the clown, anything to forget
    So I spent my weekly budget on tequila
    Shots with the squad like I'm the geezer
    Lost my burning desire to live, in a couple of Es and a nasty trip
    Shut up my brain for a sec and washed it all down with some sex
    Sat on the roof with a rollie and crawled back to my bed

    Then I woke up to you and your eyes glazed over like mine
    Except you haven't had three bottles of wine
    I'm coughing from smoking and groaning from a headache
    I'm wishing I could crawl into your skin for a day
    Then I woke up to you and your nose bleed dripping like mine
    Except you hadn't had too many white lines
    I'm coughing from smoking and groaning from a headache
    You're wishing for a drug that can take the pain away

    I hope the drugs make you feel better
    'cause' while you're trying to stay alive
    I'm using mine to feel deader

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    Composición: Sam Breathwick y Connie Constance

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