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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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