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Riding this happiness hangover,
I feel it start to fade as I'm slipping through the cracks.
It won't be long... yeah, yeah, yeah,
(couldn't resist it.)
Before the pain returns and knocks me on my back.

Oh my god, the pain.

Every cell, every nerve; They're just aching for the H.
I shake and I sweat curl up in my bed,
But the little orange bottles just keep dancing through my head.
I want it in my system, I need it in my blood.

Yeah... in my blood.
I want it so bad.
I just need it in my blood.

This withdrawal feels like it's killing me
So much faster than this drug I think I need.
I never thought I'd see the day that I'm a junkie.
I don't wanna fuck with needles, but I need this shit so bad.

And here it comes, the pain.
I want it so bad.
I just need it in my blood.
I'm in for a horribly long day.

I'll be in agony
As a means to adjust.
This was supposed to be a good thing
That I was doing for us.