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Sometimes I think of shooting vodka down my throat
Sobriety ain’t fun no more in liquor I will float 

Sometimes I think of shooting needles in my arm
I don’t give a shit no more
I’ll cause myself some harm 

Sometimes I think of shooting 
Bullets in my head 
I don’t want to live no more 
I just want to be dead

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