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Too stoned, taking antibiotics |
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I feel my infections wrestling my bones |
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Mouth ajar, watching cuties hit the half-pipe |
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I only feel half right around healthier folk |
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But oh, why don't they hold me? |
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They just cradle me like a homesick child |
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And my wide eyes are a reflex |
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That keep me stained and young inside this mild home |
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Drizzle honey on my open salt wound |
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Mom said use a harpoon, if I ever need a meal |
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Mouth ajar watching cuties hunt for supper |
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I just downed an upper, I almost wasn't chill |
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But oh, why do they tease me? |
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They just dangle me over promised piles |
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And my wide eyes are a reflex |
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That keep me stained and young inside this mild home |
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