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This is the tale, about a woman who lost 4 kids... opiates , prescription pills, and crack to get her thrills, rehab and prison, and all of that optimism, thrills and pills, well the devil pays your bills...
4 different kids, too 4 different men, and al of them taken away.... you got nothing left, only pity and shame, but I tried, I tried, lord knows I tried...
Remember that song I wrote about that, monkey on your back, I remember the day I saw the tracks ( on your arms) I knew right then, you were on the road to hell, but I tried, I tried, lord knows I tried...
A little while later, you were on that methodone, you tried to kill yourself, on the telephone, but I drove 500 miles, just to save your wretched soul, I should’ve let you die, da die, da, da da, da, die.....
Poka poka , chasleva, poka chasleva , dasvadanya , yes I drove 500 hundred miles just to save your wretched soul, should’ve let you die, da die, da, da, da da, die.....