Drugs, can the drugs give joys,
Drugs can never give you permanent and everlasting joys,
They will snatch your happiness,
The homes you have built they will destroy them finally?
O druggie, I fear to see your drugged eyes, see you and say,
Where are you going,
Where are you drifting?
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