Stop.
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Drop the medicine.
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I don't feel normal.
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I never did.
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Room start spinning.
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Make boredem useful and back again.
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Come home to fucked to know what side's up.
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Side's down.
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My senses stayed for another round.
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Don't feel the set up.
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Don't feel the sting.
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Only feel the fatique where the body used to break.
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I want more.
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Wake up hardly remembering,
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but sofly knowing that I was king.
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Short lived.
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Could be imagining that things were simple,
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but easily I wake up not knowing what's up or went down.
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Face flush.
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Amnesia sucks.
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Just one more time.
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Dinner's For Suckers
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| None More Black |
