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The Vice

Out on the streets, your life's a mess

You're feeling lonely and depressed

He'll hit you when you're down and out

He's a man who knows what you're about

He injects you with his deadly drug

You've got to have it in your blood

You want more but it's not free

So you sell your soul

It's the only thing you've got

Too late, you're trapped in his vicious circle

He's got a hold on you

You can't escape, you need his drug

To keep you alive - but that's not true

Deeper and deeper you sink into his darkness

It's the drug that pulls you down

Up to your neck and losing air

It's hard to breathe

You're about to drown

It's time to stop and think about

Where the problem lies

Just think back to how it all started

And I think you'll realize