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Tracks in his arm made him a man, No-one could understand. Each night he'd go out shooting skag, Met a pusher who sold him a bag. That's why he was .. Dead on arrival .. .. Ran out of money so he stole a car, tried to run but didn't get far. Sent to prison, no turning back, saw his arm, weaned him off


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