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When the little things are tearing you apart |
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They should have warned you |
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This is how it starts |
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An answering machine that only speaks the truth |
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The inclination climb upon the roof |
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The endless shrink parade |
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The nights that never cease |
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And all you want is peace |
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But all you get is pills |
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And still they tell you |
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Psychopharmacology is gonna be your friend |
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When you can't get out of bed and you're so tired of pretending |
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Psychopharmacology is gonna save your soul |
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'Cause God is great and God is good but he's also made of wood |
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Believe in psychopharmacology |
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Tonight terrorize your friends |
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They should have warned you |
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This is how it ends |
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But the thing you can't accept |
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Is this is all you get |
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You just want a second chance |
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But all you get is pills |
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And still they tell you |
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Psychopharmacology is gonna set you straight |
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When you're forgetting all your lines |
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And you can't buy your own disguises |
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Psychopharmacology will break that thorny crown |
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Before you take that rifle down |
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Before you load another round |
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Remember psychopharmacology will turn your life around |
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Psychopharmacology is gonna be your friend |
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When you can't get out of bed |
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And you're so tired of pretending |
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Psychopharmacology is gonna save your soul |
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'Cause God is great and God is good but he's also made of wood |
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Psychopharmacology... |
