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When it came to choose I liked every drug but you Too simple to abuse And easily confused. By the time you woke You were throwing up alone Peering through the smoke Wearing different clothes. When it comes to you I'll be putting on my shoes Waiting in the queue Analyzing clues. You will miss the bedroom couch While you kiss twice poisoned mouths Seeing pictures in the clouds Weighing eighty-seven pounds. From Letras Mania