Thanks to you
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Thanks to you, I'm moving on
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Chasing out my skeletons and the troubles they have caused
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And all thanks to you
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I'm turning over the pages in this book of revelations about self-medication
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But there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?)
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As the ghost of you hangs over my bed
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Thanks to you, I'm not myself
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I'm all strung out, that much is clear
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And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat
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Thanks to you
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All thanks to you
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Thanks to you, I've lost my touch
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I struggle to find the sense in making sense
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And giving a semblance of a fuck
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And thanks to you, for all the nightmares
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There's not a night that I sleep quiet and complacent without my medication
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'Cause there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?)
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As the ghost of you hangs over my bed
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Thanks to you, I'm not myself
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I'm all strung out, that much is clear
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And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat
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Thanks to you
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All thanks to you
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But there's this ringing in my head, as the ghost of you hangs over my bed
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Thanks to you, I'm not myself
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I'm all strung out, that much is clear
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And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat
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Thanks to you
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Thanks to you
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Thanks to you
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Thanks to you
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Thanks To You
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