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CRACKed

i pull the plastic off
my newport pack
fill it up
with lots of crack
i rush home all alone
sit there and smoke it
until its gone

now I'm bored what should i do
i cant stop staring at a shoe

long white pills
i call then bars
you shouldn't take them
and drive in cars

drink a beer
and kick it in
there's no telling
how much trouble you'll get in
Written by heatherb
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