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Autistic brother |
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Refrigerator mother |
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Pills all across the floor |
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The inside of your medicine drawer |
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The outside, looking in |
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Going through the eye sockets |
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Steel walls and grey wrinkles of flesh |
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Lithium among those neurons firing and the blood code pass from family to family |
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And everyone else on the other side of the wall |
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Search for a needle in a sea of hay |
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And we poke and prod, poke and prod, poke and prod and poke and prod, |
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We don't understand what makes us up |
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Social science all are social ****-ups |
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Sad sad sister |
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Frustrated father |
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Do you need a place to go, do you need a room to hide in |
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****tail combination, the injection |
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Lost like a needle in a sea of hay |
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And stacks of bills, prescriptions filled something in the way |
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Mhhh mhhhh mhhhh |
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The distance between ourselves and what we see as sick |
