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all the same

Cast out the line
No longer roll the joint
Free the noose
From around my throat

Normal I stand
Earning pennies
An honest living
Neck hurts, know why?

Over my shoulder
Down that long road
I'll chase that feeling
Til all sleep well

Forget-me-nots wilting
who have I left behind
The rope is tightening
I'm not sure how to let go.

Old faces they smile
luring me me in, yet
wait no I'm mistaken
their rope is tight too

How do we admit
We are all still victims
to nicotine, wet dreams and bass
Its not the high,

when were we last high?
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