Have no future, have no past
just drifting, ghosts in black
brown sugar ice in my veins
no pressure no pain.
One by one they seem to disappear,
now you know that neither of them want you, hear?
let me give you this to help you see.
Brown sugar, for me?
Oh throw it away...
<guitar>
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This is not my home
everyone's a fallen soul
this is not my hole
everybody's checking out the Devil's Cove
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<take it away Reg>
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Dagger in my heart
Nothing on Earth
