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#tweakers
Seen hundreds and hundreds and I know exactly why Tweakers steal and lie Tweakers cry and Tweakers die Brain fried and barely alive Always Jonesen' to get another high Just another day in a Meth-Head life Beautiful girls too soon turned old and decrepit Yeah we know your sick and you say you can't help it Sell their soul and their body as well Just another **** day in Tweakers Hell You stand up and say then what is the cure? Nobody knows but death will do. -R. (10.16) -LA
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
-Tweakers Die
Zillions of tweaking bums Sitting here and there some are rambling non stop Others are rolling the glass **** Or WITH a rig in their,arm Sometimes you see a few tweakers Staring at the the pipe begging With crocodile tears these we all know as fiends Drama fills the little shack Stolen electronics array and ***** needles in every trash can.. as well is outside on the ground Sad and pitiful
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Trap house