It must have started in 1976. Someone messed your head up when you were just a kid. Now I'm still living in the wreckage of your past. But I'm getting sick and tired of cleaning up this mess. Syringe. You know this isn't fun no more. Syringe. You know you could have been someone. Let it go the call came yesterday. You had a simple life but you're throwing it all away. No one's laughing as your lights go out. You know your mothers' missing you right now.
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