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YOU'RE ON A CIRCULAR TRAIL

AFTER DRUGS HAVE GOT YOU IN ITS SPELL.
YOU'LL FIND THAT SOON YOU WOULD RATHER
BE IN HELL.
YOU'LL TWIST AND MOAN, YOU'LL GROWL AND
GROAN.
YOU'LL SWEAT AND CHILL AND FREEZE DOWN
TO THE BONE.

YOU'LL GET CRAMPS AND PAIN AND WANT OT
BLOW OUT YOUR BRAINS.
YOU'LL GET ICY COLD AS THE HOT SWEATS
ROLL TILL ONLY A CORPSE REMAINS.
ANOTHER FIX TO GET YOUR KICKS, THATS
YOUR ONE AND ONLY DESIRE.
IT'LL FRY YOUR BRAINS AND SET YOUR
SOUL ON FIRE.

INTO YOUR VIENS IT'LL SWEEP LIKE RAGING
FLOOD.
CORRUPTING YOUR SYSTEM AND BOILING YOUR
BLOOD
YOU'LL BREAK OUT INTO SWEATS AND BE
CONTINUALLY COLD.
YOU'LL TREMBLE AND SHIVER AND LOSE ALL
CONTROL.

YOU CAN'T CONTROL YOUR BRAIN, YOU'VE NOW
BECOME A SLAVE.
THESE DRUGS NOW HAVE GOT YOU READY FOR A
VERY EARLY GRAVE.
TWISTING, FREEZING AND SWEATING IN THE
NOON DAY SUN.
YOUR BATTLE WITH THESE DRUGS CAN NEVER
BE WON.

WHEN YOU'RE HIGH ON DRUGS, YOU'RE ON A
CIRCULAR TRAIL.
LIKE A LITTLE PUPPY DOG, ALWAYS CHASING
IT'S OWN TAIL.
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