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Dec 2012
I tried a brand new kind of sin.
Cut, cast and over dressed
I've settled down and taken in.

Burn books to keep the fire on.
Tongue-tied and underwhelmed
I stay warm 'til the dark is gone.

So bring a drug dosed for a doze.
Dream dried up and i'm out
with another trip shot up my nose.

But I guess you live and learn to die.
Steps stopped so you can see
it's the closest we'll ever get to high.
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Lane  Do I, though?
(Do I, though?)   
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