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There they sit all alone Up she walks and she asks Can you help hide me From the man, he wants to take My house where I live in the park everyday On the Grog you'll see everything that I see Hey you kids, do you smoke, yeah, smoke marijuana Yeah, we do, come with me, we will drink from the cup You will see all the visions that I see on the Grog In the park you will see everything that I see Hey there Grog Lady, drink with me I want to hear the stories of misery All the junkies with needles in their arms Dead in a heap From Letras Mania