Strung Out
Round and round and round she goes
when will she stop nobody knows
cant she see her ship is sinking
what the hell is she thinking
all strung out on heroin
the tracks on her arms
I can tell how much the drugs have consumed her
so hoolow
so empty
will she ver care
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