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The seed of the apothecary |
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An heir to aided ends |
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She loves the sound they make |
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As they expel |
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A breath The soul from the chest |
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She laughs a little |
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But never makes a sound |
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She swears she's offering you something savory |
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So take a drink of product number one |
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And now it seems a smooth intoxication |
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Well, just one drop is more than enough |
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She never dwells on penitence |
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Advancing in a haze |
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Besides the fast of incompetence |
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She laughs a little |
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But never smiles |
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She swears she's offering you something savory |
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So take a drink of product number one |
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And now it seems a smooth intoxication |
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Well, just one drop is more than enough |
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She has her superstitions |
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They've got their rationale on call [They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance] |
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Shes got a new tradition |
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Involving ethylene glycol [They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance] |
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She has no apprehension |
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Habit sustains her wickedness [They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance] |
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With the weight of the world |
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On her shoulders |
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She don't want none |
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Of the sins |
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As they unfurl |
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In her palms, |
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In her palms [x2] |
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Take this bottle [x6] |
