| Old habits die hard, growing bitter from trying to be broken
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| While these comfortable routines are smothered with affection
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| Well, i choose to switch between the two
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| I choose whatever convinces you, that I should be allowed to
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| Slip through the cracks and get back to the living
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| These walls are unforgiving
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| Send someone to check on me and take notes on my recovery
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| One pill will get me through the day
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| But I take two anyway
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| When I take three pills the song begins to play
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| One that won’t go away. |
| And even though I know
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| One pill will get me through the day
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| I take two anyway
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| When I mix four pills with a drink the song starts to play
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| Its in the back of my head and its everywhere
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| And its all I can think about
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| Its all spinning out of control
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| For one day this thing is out of my hands
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| While under severe supervision
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| Everything is, everything is
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| But when unsuspected, addiction is under the radar
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| And anything goes, so here I sit
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| Comatose almost
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| I float between hospitals and halfway homes
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| Between halfway living and halfway lying
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| And I know all the awful things that no one needs to know
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| I take my medicine and make them believe that i’m a better man
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| One pill will get me through the day
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| But I take two anyway
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| When I take three pills the song begins to play
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| One that won’t go away. |
| And even though I know
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| One pill will get me through the day
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| I take two anyway
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| When I mix four pills with a drink the song starts to play
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| Its in the back of my head and its everywhere
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| And its all I can think about
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| But still I hear the song
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| Its everywhere
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| Surrounding me and ringing in my ears
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| The perfect song will call for sedatives, sacrifice and sing-alongs
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| So sing along |