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I can feel the darkness around meHow to judge a little White AudiI don't know how, but you found me (found me)Yeah, she got my cell and my addressAnd she's the reaper in a black dressGot myself in another miss (another miss)Blame it on the WhiskyShe don't even miss meShe coming in hot, she a bad bitchCutting my hair like a savageTrading my soul, she can have itLet me introduce you to my new bad habitI got a disease, yeah, I got an addictionI'm down on my kneesTruth is stranger than fictionIf the drugs don't kill me, then the loneliness willI wanna breathe you in (breathe you in)I wanna be your fool (be your fool)I wanna be your drumAnd I wanna lick yoursShe coming in hot, she a bad bitchCutting my hair like a savageTrading my soul, she can have itLet me introduce you to my new bad habit
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