| She takes these pills
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| And she moves along
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| She takes these pills
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| And it’s better
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| It really doesn’t matter to me
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| You’re living in your life in your own routine
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| A product of pharmacology it seems
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| She looks at him like he’s a machine
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| And lives with him cause he’s her bill machine
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| That brings her the groceries she swears she needs
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| So she takes the pills
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| And she moves along
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| She takes the pills
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| And it’s better
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| He pays the bills
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| And he mows the lawn
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| She takes the pills
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| And it’s better
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| Really doesn’t matter to me
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| When you living your life in your own medicated dream
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| How bad could sobriety really be?
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| I know you couldn’t even recognize me
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| I wonder if she knows that her own family
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| Has waited and prayed in hopes that she would leave?
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| She nods her head as she moves along
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| She takes the pills and it’s better
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| She lies in bed till he moves along
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| She takes these pills and it’s better
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| Snd she takes these pills as she moves along
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| She takes these pills and it’s better
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| And he nods his head and they move along
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| She takes these pills cause it’s better
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| It doesn’t really matter to me
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| You know it really doesn’t matter to me
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| It really doesn’t matter to me
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| Now he takes these pills and he moves along
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| He takes these pills and it’s better
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| He bobs his head as he moves it on
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| He takes these pills and it’s better
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| Now we take these pills and we move along
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| We take these pills and it’s better
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| We shake our heads as we move along
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| We take these pills cause it’s better
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| You know it really doesn’t matter to me
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| You know it really doesn’t matter to me
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| It really doesn’t matter to me
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| Cause it’s better |