radio dead ones - angelina lyrics
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the white bread with pastrami in the corner seems to rot
the white walls four in number, the smell of a dirty drug
the white trash in the needle’s heated up for the shot
the white cars with the red cross will come to pick her up
sweet sweet angelina
see she f-cks herself
junky and daydreamer
see she f-cks herself
parents, teachers and police gave her up after years
she only starts to feel when the cold turkey appears
the disgusting groaning of the johns is sounding in her ears
she thinks she could win the fight, she got strange ideas
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