There is no pain, my bodies drained
We gathered round, the lost and found
I never should of had that fourth slice straight
But my jerks of attention let me down And what was once green
Well I took the first one,
And I pulled it back.
Had all turned black, had all turned black
And there was nothing left to say. I'm ten foot tall, the world's so small
I know it all when I'm wasted
Has been set free when I'm wasted, wasted. What you see, inside of me
I'm getting there, my constant stare
And I don't think I'll move from this chair
And the Stone Roses in the stereo
We've got them both, Archers of loaf
Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted
I don't want to be wasted, wasted, wasted, don't
I don't want to be straight, don't want to be straight.
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