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I don't see how anybody would wanna win today
Routine drawn keeps everybody gone every single day
I reach for a square of paper to keep my brain at bay
It's looking like I'm all out of hope but who needs it anyway

You won't come out on top
You won't live you'll rot
Lucy come and spin my top

In and out of death with cigarette breath from a Turkish Jade
You don't need any of your friends they just get in the way
Quit your job and grow some dope and hear them start to say

You won't come out on top
You won't live you'll rot
Lucy come and spin my top



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Writer(s): John Lamielle
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