| What would you do without your medicine
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| Falling on the floor again
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| Looking for the fix you found heaven in
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| What would you do without your medicine
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| Run like a fiend, never
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| Weaned from the breast, so you fell again
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| It’s the big dark behind you, you can run
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| But it always finds you
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| Reminds you of something that happened so bad in your past
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| You never want to look back, manifest in bad dreams
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| Itch starts to scream, medicine numb the gnashing teeth
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| I must confess these pains in my chest disappear when I’m feeding the need
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| So forget about your questions
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| Cause you know where I’ve been
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| There’s a struggle in the mud and for now I’m sinking
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| Sitting in the back room, thinking what might have been
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| I’m alive, cause I’m taking all my medicine
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| I’m on top of the world and nothing brings me down
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| What’s that junk you been shooting in your veins
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| Young kids do X headed straight for little brains
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| Pop a bean for me, call it a shame
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| Everyone escape, try to get away
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| Shot from the head, you’re the walking dead
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| Corpses chasing artificial happiness
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| Death to the freaks and the fiends that deserved it
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| I had a get out of hell free card, but I burned it
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| Slide down, back to the hole where you feel comfortable
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| What would you do without your medicine |