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High

I used to be afraid to inhale

But I've been to hell and back

I still don't think I've sinned enough

But I understand, now, why people smoke their lungs black.

 

Everyone's got their poison,

And we each have to choose

Based on what has shaped us

Whether it's *** cigarettes, drugs, or *****

 

It's not up to me to judge you

We're all just doing our best to get by

At the end of the day, whatever the vice

We're all just wandering through life high.

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Written by
brittani
American
Published
Sep 7, 2016
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12·87
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#drunk#life#alcohol#drugs#cigarettes#high#vice#vices
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