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Cocaine

A hit    A bump    A  line     Powder my nose     No matter how you do it      The addiction      Grows and grows     Always my drug of choice     No substitutes    Ever for me     Sold my soul     To the devil one night      To buy a righteous key     Been strung out for years     My lover     My friends     Everyone I know     Would spend their last dime      To buy a bag of blow      For my lover and I      Time to hit the city      She`s now working     Banging her ass      And showing her tittie     My wife of many years      Getting old in front of my eyes     Too many back room romances     Always needing more money     To make the buys     A harmless gram a day or two     Used to make everything right     Our addiction has grown and grown     Don`t see any end in sight     My wife is too old now     To dance in the dark     No more money to spread around     Time to leave this city     To go back to our hometown      I`m now the man      On the phone     Give me a call      Morning Day or Night     For the right amount of money    I`ll make everybody feel allright

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