| Relent to the feeling you try to resist; |
| now it has all come to this
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| Medicine cabinets are your treasure troves now the hunt is on
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| After the high a crushing low you scrape away the release because it’s slow
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| Driven to the mill to block the ills, pillbilly you are never alone
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| You were the light of your family
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| A beacon of hope snuffed out before you
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| Everything changes nothing here stays the same
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| These West Virginia hills will sedate you
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| You rise again to fall again, I cannot believe you would murder for medicine
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| Claw the guilt away as the crank bugs they burrow below
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| You wake to the misery of your life compounded from dependency
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| Coal mine scrip, suboxone strips, our pride is swallowed away
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| You were the light of your family
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| A beacon of hope snuffed out before you
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| Everything changes nothing here stays the same
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| These West Virginia hills will sedate you
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| One man’s cure is another man’s malady
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| A door unlocked I’m standing above you
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| Nothing is sacred everything’s here to take
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| These West Virginia pills will sedate you
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| Oh, what a rush |