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GThis bed that I lay on is narrow and cG7old
CThis sickness inside me, it tears at my Gsoul
GAnd the devil awaits me, he calls me his son
For he knows I'm cornered and too weak to rDun
FGor I soon must return to my gutter of tG7hrills
CWhere joy is the needle or a bottle of pGills
Where a man welcomes misery like an old friend from hDome
That he uses and abuses till the mCisery is gGone
GMy mind's filled with torture my body's in pG7ain
CBut the needle is warm as it sinks in my vGein
Just a matter of seconds then Dmy mind will be fGree
From the coldness and darkness that dominate Dme
GBut the freedom is short lived and then I'm aG7lone
CI must find the pusher but my money's all gGone
Then the cycle of horror starts over once mDore
DOh God, don't let me suffer this misery no mDore
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