| Loaded to brim with Librium
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| Hallucinating in some retro tele nova
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| Just using worse drugs to quit the drugs
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| When using to stay comfortable enough
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| Used to be I’d drink myself through every twist and turn
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| But now I’ve grown up
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| A bit
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| And seen some shit
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| Made my mistakes
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| I’ve lost and won
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| What did I learn?
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| LALALALALALA
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| OHHHHHH
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| Holy shit I’m not dependent anymore
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| It’s fucking weird
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| I’ve been an addict for a decade
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| Now I can see the world so clearly
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| And it’s terrifying
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| My mind it feels rejuvenated
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| All those thoughts I drown out
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| For so long are bubbling back up
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| And their driving me crazy
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| Oh, look now I can feel again
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| The numbness has evaded
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| How real life it’s fine and dandy
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| No, it’s not I fucking hate this
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| Is this really how all these sober people live
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| Life sober is over stimulating
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| Piece of shit
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| This feelings hell and boring normalcy
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| Why did I even quit?
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| Oh, yeah that’s right I almost died
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| So, I suppose I’ll give this sober train a ride
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| At least until I yank out all my teeth
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| Does this boredom never cease?
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| Reality is a disease
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| Oh, lord I need fucking drink
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| LALALALA OHHH.
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| I sit in slippers on a dog hair coated sofa
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| Staring at the ceiling contemplating god
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| Why I numb myself and what I’m so afraid of
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| All while trying to ignore these racing thoughts
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| I’ve a never-ending nagging
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| Need to figure out the point
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| Or maybe there just isn’t one
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| We’re all just maladroit
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| Moronic Meaningless abominations
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| Hurdling towards an empty everlasting blank oblivion
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| The clarity is killing me
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| But so were the drugs
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| Why can I not just exist happily
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| Without being numb?
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| Is there something I’m missing
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| Which others have found?
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| If you’ve answers inform me
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| I’m being drug down by the weight of unknowing
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| It’s really bummin' me out
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| I’ve been to hell and back
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| And seen so much
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| Beneath the heavens
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| So, what did I learn
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| Left to my own devices
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| And stripped of all my vices
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| I possess a tendency
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| To overthink and analyze things
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| But I don’t think it worthless
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| To contemplate our purpose
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| Now that our society
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| Appears to have become so thoughtless
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| It seems especially important
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| That we take a sec to gather some perspective
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| And remember that we’re all just specs
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| Of dust within a vast expanse
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| Created out of happenstance
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| Diluted from the same initial spark
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| So, let’s party down
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| LALALALA OHHH. |