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I wanna be clean but I gotta get high 
It's good to be here so hard to come by
 You bring pain cause you got game
 And needles and pins a man can't take 
Peaches living in niches 
Digging the scene like beautiful cliches 
From these shapes of a gangster lean 
Ignoring wars on gasoline 
Our god's ???? and made to get high 
God's left hand wasn't made to get by
 Got more highs left in me 
And there's more room in recovery

 From evil ??? that strip all chrome 
From Marshall Amps into broken homes
 And borstal blues to countless clicks 
That rhythm sticks to those classic cheques
 Steal your tears and drown your fears 
All is clear in a glass of beer 

Peaches living in niches
 Digging the scene like beautiful cliches
 You fill me with endorphins
 And you star in magazines
 We draw liquor from the mattress springs 
It ain't over til the last bell rings
 Got more highs you and me
 And deluxe rooms in recovery