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This is the latest way to get in with the scene.
A street full of junkies and trashy drag queens,
Trust in the disease riddled whores that lurk,
Take of your suit, still dressed from work,
Got a wife at home, a kid and rent to pay,
But this man loves you more, or so you say,
Wasting money on your addiction to fund his,
Family at home think nothing’s amiss,
You go back daily, you just can’t quit,
You’d fight forever to hide this secret,
That the lonely man with many track marks,
Has stolen and poisoned your once-fulfilled heart.