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One Dead Three Wounded Thank God For Pain Killers

I bite my nails until they bleed. I close my eyes, I disappear. She was my heroin; she was my love and hate. She was perfection in a pill that takes me

Mad at the world for the pain he feels I pray to god that his momma shows him what's real [Chorus] [Verse Three] Every day I thank god for watching