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Saint Etienne — Hate Your Drug

Like four paper-dolls / all heavy with sleep/
They hold you like a baby/ your body so weak. /
They lay you on a white bed/ almost dead at nineteen/
Like four paper dolls / all heavy with sleep. /

And with your blonde hair / all over my dress/
Your heart had stopped beating/ your head on my chest/
And I told you for the last time / that I loved you best. /
And with your blonde hair / all over my dress.

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