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i see you again waiting for the man
dirty dollar bills crumpled in shaky hands
your veins would collapse if they weren't running sand
high risk life, low life demands

unaware with a vacant stare
of your surroundings, like you even care
there's only one reason as to why you're here
and it's not to admire yourself in cars passing mirrors

with the man running late the time ticks lunatic fringe
not knowing he's laying dead in some junkies den
the life style he lived finally did him in
and you with no idea will soon be following him

because the life of a junkie is no life at all
one step from the ledge with the needles drawl
milk blood to make sure you get it all
one last time before last call...

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