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Your were the perfect drug for me
the one that kept me safe and sound
Your body and soul were like made to be mine
- Now lost, and no more to be found

Your touch was opium for my pain
in  poppy-fields we spent our nights
I´m silent now, awash in tears
- No flowers left, no one to hold me tight

Your words the methedrine that kept me
going when my strength was gone;
from making love or fighting nightmares
- Now I´m out cold, and can´t hold on.