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She takes these pills, |
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And she moves along |
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She takes these pills, |
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And its better |
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It really doesn't matter to me |
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To live in your life and your own routine |
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A product from ecology it seems |
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She looks at him like he's a machine |
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And lives with him 'cause he's a bill machine |
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That brings it closer where she swears it needs |
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So she takes the pills |
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And she moves along |
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She takes the pills |
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And its better |
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He pays the bills |
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And he moves along |
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She takes the pills |
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And its better |
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It really doesn't matter to me |
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When you're living your life in your own medicated dream |
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How bad could sobriety really be? |
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I know you couldn't even recognize me |
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I wonder if she knows that her own family |
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Is waiting and praying in the hopes that she would leave |
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She nods her head as she moves along |
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She takes the pills and its better |
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She lies in bed 'till noons along |
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She takes these pills and its better |
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She takes these pills as she moves along |
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She takes these pills and its better |
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He nods his head and they move along |
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She takes these pills 'cause its better |
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Well it doesn't really matter to me |
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You know it really doesn't matter to me |
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It really doesn't matter to me |
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Now he takes these pills and he moves along |
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He takes these pills and its better |
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He bobs his head as he moves along |
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He takes these pills and its better |
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Now we take these pills and we move along |
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We take these pills and its better |
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We shake our hands as we move along |
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We take these pills cause its better |
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You know it really doesn't matter to me |
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You know it really doesn't matter to me |
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It really doesn't matter to me |
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'Cause it's better |
