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Why did you need to take that pill? |
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never has and never will |
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make you better make you well |
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you're shackled in your self-inflicted cell |
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sunlight you'll never see |
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you're a prisoner of pharmacology |
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and you're telling me you feel fine |
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never better |
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that's what you said in your last letter |
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that was read aloud at your memorial last week |
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where are you now? |
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Up above? |
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I hope you find some kind of love |
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that isn't bottled or tamper-resistant |
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but unconditional and consistent |
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the peace you've spent you lifetime searching for |
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if this is what it takes |
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maybe others can learn form your mistakes |
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and turn off that blacklight before it gets too late |
