high

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every time i get high
i can taste the way you made me feel
i can feel your hands all over me
i can't resist it

i can't help smoking every time i miss you
i feel the way you made me feel
that very first night

it fades away until i get faded
it's not you i'm addicted to
but sometimes i wish the weed was you.

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