Shelter From The Spoon
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Shelter From The Spoon
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The affliction of the needle
And so suffer now the soul
Takes another comrade
Once there was, now is a hole
The incremented acclimation
Loathe to be alive
Usurp me of a better life
And struggle to survive
Repeat the mantra of
One hundred thousand souls-
I could do anything if I could get clean
You loved me dearly I could see
And I for you it's told
Our love was left like lactose cut
Outside the cotton roll
I'm sorry that I couldn't stop the pain
And impending doom
And how I ran for shelter from
The needle and the spoon
Cuz in the end every junkie
Is just waiting for the man, she said-
I could do anything if I could stay clean
So clean
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