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Pure narcotic in a silly dream,
His music took him flying
Estranged lyrics sung those perfect lips,
Parting right where I wanted them.

My baby had nowhere to run
The chase had long begun,
Time, money and friends his foes
But the life we still led on.

They watched him slyly, silently
Entering without the slightest sound,
He knew the overdose would kill him,
But the rush he loved too much.

Once more and he just let go,
Away from his soul so close and grey.
One more day I'd wanted to be
The girl for whom he'd want to stay.