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I sat in the car with the radio off
But the sound of my heart beat louder than a drum
"Be cool" she said, "when you're dead, you're dead"
And lit up my cigarette
Man it feels so good
Don't wait til I come down
It was you who said to me
Death is prettier in trees
I made my way through veins down back streets
My demons came in threes
Affordable and cheap
They keep me company
So we left my place, picked a gram up on the way, with our loose change we made from others mistakes
Such sleight of hand for a junkie
Could be the demons in me
I'd give it up, but I still have one more gram in me
To fend off all my sad
So load it up, don't you know we're all just chasing
Something we never had