| I cannot quit you, no matter how I try
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| Each time I think I have it sussed, next thing I know, I’m floating by
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| Or I’m scrambling to rack 'em up, to knock 'em back
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| To climb that gentle ladder to the sky and fall back down
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| And fall back down, and fall back down
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| On angel wings, on feathers made of diamond rings
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| And dragons made of oxygen, vodka and Vicodin
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| 20 milligrams is just the thing
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| Fall back down on angel wings, on feathers made of diamond rings
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| Dragons made of oxygen and Prochlorperazine
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| 20 milligrams is all I need
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| I’m collapsing under everything I’ve known
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| I feel quite a lot like I was born alone
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| Where do I go from here? |
| Where will I run?
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| How do I survive the fear if fear is all I know?
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| You are the moment I know I’ve wronged And I’ve sung my final song
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| And I’m balanced on a wooden chair With a stomach full of goose
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| And I’m swaying like a gorilla on the loose, head in a noose
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| And this is where I lose it all, don’t catch me when I fall
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| And this is where I lose it all, don’t catch me when I fall back down
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| On angel wings, on feathers made of diamond rings
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| Dragons made of oxygen, vodka and Vicodin
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| 20 milligrams is just the thing
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| Fall back down on angel wings, on feathers made of diamond rings
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| Dragons made of oxygen and Prochlorperazine
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| 20 milligrams is all I need |