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One, two, three, four!

The tempratures risin, fever is high,

Cant see no future, cant see no sky.

My feet are so heavy, so is my head,

I wish I was a baby, I wish I was dead.

Cold turkey has got me on the run.

My body is aching, goose pimple bone.

Cant see nobody, leave me alone.

Eyes are wide open, so is my head,

There s one thing Im sure of,

Im in at the deep freeze.

Cold turkey has got me on the run.

Aaahh -

Thirty-six hours rollin in pain,

Prayin to someone, free me again.

Oh, Ill be a good boy, make, make me well,

Ill give you anything, get me out of this hell.

Well, cold turkey has got me on the run.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Oh, oh.

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