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[Lyrics for Fresh Air Of Hiroshima – From Junkie To Junkie]
A nail in the flesh
To suffocate all the mess.
A flower born dead,
But its colors still pink, my friend.
A rotten apple falls off the tree.
There has to be something wrong in me.
From junkie dad to junkie daughter, heres the will.
Just swallowing disaster.
The stone got frozen as my hand got near,
But theres an easier way to kill the fears,
An impermanent way to stay alive,
Like naked fingers extinguishing fire.
Just swallowing disaster.
This is the junkies last will.
Its a disease that eats everything so dont come near.
Better dont come near.