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and I was burning up with fever
cold and clammy to the touch
that night I thought I dreamed her
head was too blurry from drugs and such

and I was stumbling down a staircase
to no particular destination
zoned out in the warm embrace
of smoke and intoxication

too numb to feel a thing
like it that way, it works for me

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