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She's up to it again, old habits rarely die
Sh'e tying off her arm, getting ready for a ride
A sudden rush kicks in, takes control of everything
Soon she'll be numb, wishing she was clean
My heroin, my heroin princess needs to find, her way
My heroin, heroin princess needs someone else, to save the day
Living on the streets is harder than I looks,
Walk a mile in her shoes and tell me what it's like to be hooked
Scrounging for a fix, a necessity she hates
She's higher than a kite, wishing she was straight
Track marks dot her arms, like dominoes
How did she get this way, nobody knows