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(VERSE #1) There are dead-end streets That I âm supposed to meet There are cul-de-sacs It must be something that I lack As June turns into May My backwards calendar guides the way And I thought that you were the one And we were gonna have so much fun (CHORUS) Smothering you with over confidence Feeding you a narcotic suppliment (VERSE #2) Now that your mind is hazed In these drug culture days Now that you are confused You will be mentally abused As June turns into May My backwards calendar guides the way And I thought that you were the one And we were gonna have so much fun Smothering you with over confidence Feeding you a narcotic suppliment From Letras Mania