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| Well there’s a vicious cycle goin’ round and round |
| It encompassed me |
| Right to the ground it slowly took me |
| And it wasn’t all for free |
| I played with my life |
| I traded my freedom ‘til I could not decipher |
| Right or wrong |
| That’s a long time gone, |
| I don’t mind |
| I’m behind |
| White line |
| White line |
| She kissed my face, she tried to heal my wounds |
| But I played her for a fool |
| On that one-way highway |
| I’ll be dead ending soon |
| Breakin’ all the rules |
| It doesn’t mean a thing |
| Anything, no |
| That’s a long time gone, ain’t no right or wrong |
| I don’t mind |
| I’m behind |
| White line |
| White line |
| I was losin’ my head |
| I got to thinkin’ I’d be better off dead |
| I played too fast once too often |
| Wound up in a cell |
| Spendin’ time in a four-wall coffin |
| Now I got nothin’ to sell |
| It doesn’t mean a thing |
| Anything, no |
| That’s a long time gone |
| Ain’t no right or wrong |
| I don’t mind |
| I’m behind |
| White line |
| White line |
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