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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Dead On Arrival Tracks in his arm made him a man, No-one could understand. Each night he'd go out shooting skag, Met a pusher who sold him a bag. That's why he was .. Dead on arrival .. .. Ran out of money so he stole a car, tried to run but didn't get far. Sent to prison, no turning back, saw his arm, weaned him off smack. Out on parole tried to keep calm, finally died with a needle in his arm. Yes out on parole, tried to keep calm, finally died with a needle in his arm |
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