| I’ve got a really bad disease
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| It’s got me begging
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| on my hands and knees
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| Take me to the emergency
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| 'Cause something seems to be missing
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| Somebody take the pain away
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| it’s like an ulcer bleeding in my brain
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| Send me to the pharmacy
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| So I can lose my memory
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| I’m elated
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| Medicated
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| Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away.
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| I think they found another cure
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| For broken hearts and feeling insecure
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| You’d be surprised what I endure
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| What make you feel so self-assured?
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| I need to find a place to hide
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| You never know what could be Waiting outside
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| The accidnets that you could find
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| it’s like some kind of suicide
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| So what ails you is what impales you
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| I feel like I’ve been crucified to be satisfied
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| I’m a victim of my symptom
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| I am my own worst enemy
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| You’re a victim of you’re symptom
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| You are your own worst enemy
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| Know your enemy
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| I’m elated
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| Medicated
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| I am my own worst enemy
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| So what ails you is what impales you
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| You are your own worse enemy
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| You’re a victim of the system
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| you are your own worst enemy
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| You’re a victim of the system
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| You are your own worst enemy |