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In a miss spent youth not knowing what to do
I played a dangerous game the facts are hard and true As finally from drugs I had to pull myself through. Like a fish drowning in fathoms of deep blue My mind goes to the day that I foolishly chose you Like the pure white jade that is left unbroken This white tainted powder, what is it evoking As more evil words are what gets spoken As all too often it is with my life that I am joking All drugs damage you, right up from simple smoking Like the destruction of my integrity and all precious things What is the truth, well, what did drugs, really bring? The pawning and hocking, of every precious thing The changing from truth to every form of lying Eyes that are haunted and red from all the crying All the precious time, that is spent on denying So what is this song that I am left to sing Don’t be ignorant and continue, in this senseless suffering
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