Flame from Vicodin Hurricane by Nicholson File

I was born a couple miles from here
Nevermind, all those kid's dreams have died
It was fun when we were young, until methamphetamine
Where was I when you gave up your life for that temporary high

Close your eyes, my inner child
Where we go now, I need you quiet
Close your eyes, my inner child
Where we go now, I need you quiet
Where we go now

Holding onto flame like it won't burn you
Unless you tell it to
What's the price, so divine, You tell me when, I'll tell you why

Cold lawn, warm beer,
I can tell you now that I'll love it here
For at least a year
I can stay straight for days,
The slightest wind blows me away

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