| So place the crown of thorns around your horns
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| You listen through the cracks of these bedroom doors
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| Well I have no sympathy, I have no sympathy
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| I have no sympathy for you or the one you claim to love
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| The one you claim to love
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| So give me medication
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| (To calm these fucked temptations)
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| So give me medication
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| (I'm not writing, I’m not fooling anyone)
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| So give me medication
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| (Well I love you so much for all the damage I’ve taken)
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| So give me medication
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| (And so I see that everything considered me a saint)
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| You’re something that I wanted
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| It’s not that I needed
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| but now you’re just an inconvenience
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| You’re something that I wanted
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| It’s not that I needed
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| but now you’re just an inconvenience
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| It’s in between the lines and the stories they tell
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| It’s in the pain and the guilt I felt
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| It used to keep me up at night but lately I can’t see the faces
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| And here it comes the camera light
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| And here comes the voice in the back of your head
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| Saying the apple that you picked out of the garden
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| Do you want to know the trouble I’m in?
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| So give me medication
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| (We're the ones they’re after, but we don’t care, we don’t care)
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| So give me medication
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| (We're the ones they’re after, but we don’t care, we don’t care)
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| So give me medication
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| (We're the ones they’re after, but we don’t care, we don’t care)
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| So give me medication
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| (We're the ones they’re after) |