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Feb 2017
Whether by needle or ***,
through vain or throat,
nose or lungs,

by heart or soul,
through brain or toes,

you are me

We're gonna' make it
through this life
if it kills us

intoxicated or sober
chained or free

Doesn't matter

*because you are me
Wake
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