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High
Sitting here playing I spy with my third eye
not sure what's left of life so I'm incredibly high
enjoying myself with my best guys in a lonely lay-by
Can't tell what's real through my own twisted lies
Want to run, want to cry
Out of my damn mind
Empty inside
Sleep evading me again, why oh fucking why
I can see the crazy in my eye.
The drugs have blurred the lines
not sure what's left of life so I'm incredibly high
enjoying myself with my best guys in a lonely lay-by
Can't tell what's real through my own twisted lies
Want to run, want to cry
Out of my damn mind
Empty inside
Sleep evading me again, why oh fucking why
I can see the crazy in my eye.
The drugs have blurred the lines
Published 21st May 2013
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22nd May 2013 8:10pm
I can see the crazy in my eye.
The drugs have blurred the lines
so much in love with this two lines!
The drugs have blurred the lines
so much in love with this two lines!
23rd May 2013 00:36am
