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Thanks to you, |
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I'm moving on |
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Chasing out my skeletons and the troubles they have caused |
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And all thanks to you |
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I'm turning over the pages in this book of revelations about self-medication |
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But there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?) |
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As the ghost of you hangs over my bed |
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Thanks to you, |
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I'm not myself |
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I'm all strung out, that much is clear |
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And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat |
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Thanks to you |
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All thanks to you |
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Thanks to you, |
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I've lost my touch |
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I struggle to find the sense in making sense |
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And giving a semblance of a fuck |
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And thanks to you, for all the nightmares |
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There's not a night that |
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I sleep quiet and complacent without my medication' |
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Cause there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?) |
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As the ghost of you hangs over my bed |
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Thanks to you, |
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I'm not myself |
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I'm all strung out, that much is clear |
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And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat |
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Thanks to you |
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All thanks to you |
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But there's this ringing in my head, as the ghost of you hangs over my bed |
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Thanks to you, |
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I'm not myself |
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I'm all strung out, that much is clear |
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And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat |
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Thanks to you |
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Thanks to you |
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Thanks to you |
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Thanks to you |