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Well what a fuckin' lovely day
Wait for it, wait for the snow
My hangover is coming on strong
Wait for it, wait for the snow
I bleed a blood thats not pure
But who are you to judge?
You take the pills, I'll take the powder
Its all a means to an end
I counted all my loose spare change
Wait for it, wait for the snow
I scored a ride to Mexican town
Wait for it, wait for the snow.
I bleed a blood thats not pure
But who are you to judge?
You take the pills, I'll take the powder
Its all a means to an end
You walk the straight and narrow
I walk on crack pipe glass
You tell me Im ruining my life
And let the doctors take yours
Why bleed the blood thats not yours?
But who are you to judge?
You take the pills, I'll take the powder
Its all a means to an end
Yeah
Why bleed the blood thats not yours?
But who are you to judge?
You take the pills, I'll take the powder
Its all a means to an end
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