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High

Sitting here playing I spy with my third eye
not sure what's left of life so I'm incredibly high
enjoying myself with my best guys in a lonely lay-by

Can't tell what's real through my own twisted lies
Want to run, want to cry
Out of my damn mind
Empty inside
Sleep evading me again, why oh fucking why

I can see the crazy in my eye.
The drugs have blurred the lines
Written by Wakry (Charlie)
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