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Junkie - Henry Morris
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Junkie Henry Morris

Junkie - Henry Morris
Dead look in their eyes
These people are strange to me
Sink into the floor I'm a junkie now

I look up from the smoke
She dances in front of me
The glass table is broken
She’s floating now

Oh oh oh oh
My head in my hands
Oh oh oh oh
I'm on fire again
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

She follows me down the hall
These walls are all watching me
My legs begin to crawl
I'm a monkey now
(with a 5 shooter)
A thin man dressed in black
Blocking the door from me
He said he’d seen me in fact
Id meet him again
In a strange place
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