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dirty mary-jane;
i hardly know you, once again,
now that my mind is clear and sane.
i only remember a constant feeling--
sex and desire; laughs and games.
stories long forgotten as im healing
and suffering from all ive changed.
dirty mary-jane;
i hardly know you, once again,
only distant memories--
a boy between my legs
amidst a moan of resounding ecstacy;
or a group of friends
atop a mountain view of the sea
as i scream that im going to fly
away with the breeze.
dirty mary-jane;
oh how you made me believe
that in you'd i'd find a happiness
that would outlast my days of smoking weed.
but it seems you've fooled me once again,
because in my week of soberity,
ive found that once i leave your home
my problems run back to me.
i suppose it's time for me to learn
that no matter how far i run
or how quickly i flee;
the pain that's always been there
has no hope of leaving me.
no green rose or magic herb
will cure the things ive seen:
drowning lives and murderous lies
all before eighteen.
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