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I rolled a joint
And crushed it on the floor
Woe is me
I'll never roll a joint no more

I took some speed
And ran round in circles
A thousand miles, a thousand miles
Or maybe even more

I took a trip to find me a better self
But I only found
I'd merely lost all common sense

Marijuana, why do you want me
Constantly, very close indeed to me

If you drive me mad
You'll make mother very sad
She'll maybe even cry
She'll maybe shade a tear
When she sees my coffin go gliding by

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