I rolled a joint
And crushed it on the floor
Woe is me
I'll never roll a joint no more
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I took some speed
And ran round in circles
A thousand miles,
a thousand miles Or maybe
even more
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I took a trip
to find me a better self
But I only found
I'd merely lost all common sense
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Marijuana, why do you want me
Constantly,
very close indeed to me
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If you drive me mad
You'll make mother very sad
And she'll maybe even cry
She'll maybe shade a tear
When she sees my
coffin go gliding by