Flying high on drugs so bad
Toothache gone I'm not so mad
fleeting love that never was
gone from thee because because
Dance was good til expectation made
I will never give love for a trade
blinking fast and blinking on
driving fast with out a song
Promises never made
digging holes with a spade
I am alone with myself
talking to a friendly elf
Morphine makes me smile
I could run a bloody mile
Broken body broken mind
I think I'm in a bloody bind
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