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Here I run
There I was
Standing by
The microbus
Needle in my side
Where am I?
I should have died
To save a cry
Psychadelic mess
On the floor
Ruined dress
Near the door
In a daze
My numbers are six
Purple Haze
Without Hendrix
Singing to the pushers flower
Here the poor fools lay
Gave in to the wicked power
Waiting for redemption day
Flashing lights
Stomping feet
Up the flights
My killer I meet
In the face
He looks me
I disgrace
Where has he taken me?
This is the ending hour
I never wanted to die
But I gave in to that wicked power
And the poor fool was I
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