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Battered
Battered like a rug, I need some fucking drugs. Torn in two the day I was born. For I received nothing but a bone, now I'm all alone.
Ring the bell, now I fell. Back into a depressive state of mind. I'm in a bind, shall I cry or try to fly. Which to choose, drown in booze, or snort some coke, and try to choke. Not today but, over time I'll be fine.
Ring the bell, now I fell. Back into a depressive state of mind. I'm in a bind, shall I cry or try to fly. Which to choose, drown in booze, or snort some coke, and try to choke. Not today but, over time I'll be fine.
Published 3rd Feb 2014
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