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control
Drugs control my brain
My heart controls my pain
that's who I am
What's left to understand
How many more blunts will it take
to learn how to fix my mistakes
My hand reaches for the pen
My mind doesn't know where to begin
fuck it
I'll just stop shooting blanks
And let you fill them in.
My heart controls my pain
that's who I am
What's left to understand
How many more blunts will it take
to learn how to fix my mistakes
My hand reaches for the pen
My mind doesn't know where to begin
fuck it
I'll just stop shooting blanks
And let you fill them in.
Published 21st Sep 2011
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