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Black lung, black soul, head bomb, heart hole
That’s what’s left
Tombstone, grave less, she’s gone, and I’m dead
That’s what’s left
I’ll take the drugs
Shoot deep, painless, rub me, numbness
That’s what’s left
Feel this, cold steel, it hurts so it’s real
That’s what’s left

I’ll take the drugs

It’s alright to find some hope and it’s alright to cry
And it’s alright to let your soul go and it’s alright to die

I’ll take the drugs

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