Go down under
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Where it the drugs that kept us together?
If I quit now, will I ever see you again?
How did we get wind up this way?
I guess we all went way too far,
and now you're hooked forever.
So what am I supposed to do now?
Watching you to get consumed by it,
until we break contact?
Or, how tempting,
go down under with you?
I know that's not what you want,
but God, it's all I want anyway.
Get blown and turn into a wreck,
and in the end,
just fucking kill myself in an overdose.
Who wouldn't want that?