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the smoke
the smoke burns my eyes
the heat makes me cry
i love the feeling of the high
i lay on the floor my ol my
the lines of coke lie on the tabel
my nose is raw my life is a fabel
when the ziplock bag begains to get low
my high fades away and i fell like i wont to explode
the heat makes me cry
i love the feeling of the high
i lay on the floor my ol my
the lines of coke lie on the tabel
my nose is raw my life is a fabel
when the ziplock bag begains to get low
my high fades away and i fell like i wont to explode
Published 16th Sep 2010
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