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Light bulb glared all night without a shade.
Marijuana, marijuana, heroin.
That bed, that bed so long unmade.
Marijuana.

Salty tongue, another long night lost.
Marijuana, marijuana, heroin.
And bed, that bed where nightmare tossed.
Marijuana.

What*s left to do – well, up I get.
I must get up. I*m not dead yet.
But lordie me, it*s the last,
The very last thing I want to do…