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Now the police have taken you from under my wing
Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king
Now, you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm with discomfort, wriggle and cough
Six days of madness, you might throw me off
Curse me in name. Defy me in speech
But you'd pick me up right now if I were in your reach
All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate
Hear now, younng man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate
Don't be afraid, don't run, I'm not chased
Son, my name is Heroin. You'll be back for a taste
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