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It’s the smoke, and the drinks, and the smiles, that it brings,
It’s the pain, and the sex, disguised as innocence,
The songs, they sing, are in, the key, of the illusion of pain and its irony, in the mist of lust, and dropping names. The drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane,
Slow suicide.
It’s the pain, and the sex, disguised as innocence,
The songs, they sing, are in, the key, of the illusion of pain and its irony, in the mist of lust, and dropping names. The drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane,
Slow suicide.
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