The Addicts Song

Told my mum I’d stop fighting 
But the last fight couldn’t be the last
It was easy to blame the environment 
That turned her angel to a sinner 
We weren’t all born to be win.

Told the love of my life I’d quit 
But the last hit took her last breath
It was easy to blame it on the stress 
Of death, the irony of somebody dying 
Not all of us are lucky enough to die

Told my best mate I’m a changed man 
His eyes swelled with pride at last 
We were going to conquer the world
Roaming nomads, as our past left us
We all learnt how to perfect our lies
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