Nicotine
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Last published Mon, Dec 5, 2016
Cross my heart and hope to die
Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
I've lost control and I don't want it back
I'm going numb, I've been hijacked
It's a f*cking drag
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do
You're worse than Nicotine.
-P!ATD
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