High

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By Broken-Hearted Angel.

My favorite drug The only choice A constant craving Hear my voice Feel your fix Make it last Pick me up but not too fast Your high divine How sweet you taste Enough to last another case Take me under Lead me through Watch me fall I drown in you.

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