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In a police car I feel so very small I see my lover's face and I watch her teardrops fall and I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the tracks well I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back and in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends and a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end hope to die, cause you know I'm better off dead hey brother, won't you lend me a helpin' hand? I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins I feel like Marlon Brando and I've hid another day's pain I'm going back where it's safe, going back to the womb I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon and Christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun waiting for good times that seem to never come going out, gonna get myself a gun please stop me, don't you know I'm on a run? aren't you tired of the detox and the places in the mind? are you tired of the misery, aren't you tired of doin' time? and I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the tracks well I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief at my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath? dress in black now, show everyone your grief well, I'm gone now, you can all feel relief From Letras Mania