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    Doing E, doing speed, doing cocaine
    Mix it with alcohol and go insane
    In the morning the edge of the knife
    Where the hell is the bright side of life?
    It's a farcical high for a few hours
    Then you're blind and you can't see the bright flowers
    For the light of a child and the glee
    If you splurge then the law you'll agree
    Turns you into a shell of what you used to be
    All the weeks you're living in a fantasy
    Fantasise about the party to come
    Then your day-life just doesn't seem fun
    I'm not telling you how to do your thing
    I'm just laying down some facts about indulging
    How the shit going 'round can become
    Your controller, your dictator, your one

    I'm giving it up I swear in the New Year..
    No more of that for me, you'll see...
    I'm going to be going straight I can't wait
    Until this year is gone, party on..

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    Coming down on the ground in a small house
    You're a man but you feel like a small mouse
    Not so long ago you felt like a king
    Someone give me psychiatrist a ring
    We'll have no bread and feel feckin' brain-dead
    All alone in a room full of E-heads
    Feel so hollow and sickingly and worthless
    There's no cure in the mosques or the churches
    I met strangers who barely six hours ago
    Were the best friends I thought I'd ever know
    Now they're strangers again 'cos I'm down
    And I won't say 'hello' if I see them in town.

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    Composición: Damien Dempsey

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