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COD: Overdose Methaqualone (Quaaludes)
We used to talk, we used to sing
together we did everything
we used to laugh, we used to cry
not anymore and I don’t know why
we were friends and we were in love
it felt no-one alive would separate us
but it’s different now, someone has taken my place
I need to talk to you so damn bad but you are so very far away
to you, hard me is to understand
important to yourself aren’t you more sometimes than others?
It is so strange the ways of nature always change
nothing is pure all I touch will fade away