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coloradodem2005 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jun-22-05 03:46 PM
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She never mentions the word addiction in certain company.
Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan
After you meet her family

She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes,
The pain’s gonna make everything alright

Says she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet

Says she talks to angels,
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She don’t know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her that ain’t nothing
But to me, yeah me,
It’s everything

She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there’s a smile when the pain comes,
The pain’s gonna make everything alright, alright yeah

She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, they call her out
Don’t you know that they call her out by her name
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underpants Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jun-22-05 03:57 PM
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1. Great song
Great album
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ismnotwasm Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jun-22-05 04:07 PM
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2. Black Crows
It reminds me of a woman I know. When she's not shooting heroin, she a praticing bulimic. Back and forth. Beautiful, talented-all that. I always think of her when I listen to that song.
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Texasgal Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jun-22-05 04:09 PM
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3. OH HELL YA!
I love them!!!
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KurtNYC Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jun-22-05 04:10 PM
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4. Don't know why but it reminds me of this song
I know a girl who gets off, by sticking needles in her vein
Oh Lord, what a shame!
She's got no money so she turns tricks and plays dirty games
Oh Lord spare her pain
What she say she do to you
you'd have to be insane
The bathroom stall, her bedroom the one that's always engaged

She sleeps and eats with the plague
She's got a baby in her belly but she just don't care
What will become of the pair

-L. Kravitz
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Lindsey Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-23-05 12:07 AM
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5. I caught you knockin' at my cellar door, I love you baby can I have
somemore..oh, oh the damage done.
I hit the city and I lost my band, I saw the needle take another man.

oh,oh the damage done.

My sister was a teenager and a herion addict when the song was popular. This was over 30 years ago and when I hear it it still tortures me. :-)
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Mojambo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-23-05 12:12 AM
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6. And that song reminds me of this song
I used to know a girl...
She had two pierced nipples
And a black tattoo
We’d drink that mexican beer
We’d live on mexican food
Yes, I wish I could go back
Yes, back in time

Esther used to be
The kind of girl that you would
Never leave
She’d do anything
To give me what I need for my disease
She’d do anything
I can hear them talking in the
Real world
But they don’t understand that
I’m happy in hell
With my heroin girl

I am losing myself in a
White-trash hell
Lost inside a heroin girl

They found her out in the fields
About a mile from home
Her face was warm from the sun
But her body was cold
I heard the policeman say
Just another overdose
...just another overdose.

Esther used to be
The kind of lover you would
Never leave
She’d do anything to give me
What I need
For my disease
She would do anything


Everclear "Heroin Girl"
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