| The lack of light, hollow sea,
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| Poison beaches, limousines
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| Toothless dentists, cops that kill
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| My baby’s got the lonesome lows
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| Don’t just go away overnight
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| Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue ones
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| If the dizzying highs don’t subside overnight
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| Dr. Blind just prescribe the red one
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| Da, da, da, da, da…
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| Hard to hold, cold to touch
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| Fall to pieces, treat the rush in hindsight
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| Prime-time's gone
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| All your pain will end here
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| Let the doctor soothe your brain, dear
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| My baby’s got the lonesome lows
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| Don’t quite go away overnight
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| Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue ones
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| If the dizzying highs don’t subside overnight
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| Dr. Blind just prescribe the red one
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| Da, da, da, da, da… |