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I've seen em come and I've seen em go
some were friends and some were foes
Chorus
its all in a days work I suppose
we all have our highs and our lows
we all, have our lows
I've seen the bums and the low lifes too
I've seen the junk that runs through you
Chorus
I've seen the streets and the sewers run red
strewn with fiends in a junksick dread
Chorus
I've seen the sun set on another junksick dawn
the syringes in a junksick arm
Chorus.
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2. |
Graveyard bound
02:30
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My head is in a noose and my feets are dangling from the ground
I've got the hangmans blues and I'm graveyard bound
my brains in a strain and my minds in a haze
flushed down this junksick drain once again
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3. |
I don't
03:02
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I don't want your sympathy
I don't want you to care for me
I don't want to own your heart
I will only tear it apart
I will only tear it apart
I don't want any helping hand
I don't want your means to an end
I don't want to be your friend
I will only let you down again
I don't want your wicked lies
I don't want your shady eyes
I don't want to be your man
I will only take off again
I don't want your fatal kiss
I don't want your endless abyss
I don't want to treat you unkind
but I will never change my mind
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Drug induced dawn
02:51
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The vultures are waiting to stick their fangs into my arm
as the sun feasts its eyes upon another drug induced dawn
the syringes are melting into my veins
and the spoons are twisting through my brains
and my eyes are scortching up beneath these vengeful flames
the scavangers are preying upon the weak and the dumb
who have completely succumb to their faltering state
standing outside of the asylums gate
the pigeon stools are every where you go
from the suburbs to the seedy streets of skidrow
the shits about to hit the fan
like a hundred gram of coke
so man reach for your pipe and take a toke
now the drugs soak into your veins
like a junksick spounge
and the vultures will have your brains for lunch
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Junksick Morning Norway
Born 13.09.89.
Name Kent Stian Haugland.
Occupation Troubadour.
Instruments played
Acoustic Guitar.
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