| Recovery is likely
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| If you follow the instructions
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| Take tiny steps, eat tiny bites
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| And free yourself of desire
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| And it sounds like something
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| I ought to believe
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| But I can’t because I don’t
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| And it sounds like something
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| I ought to profess
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| But the words stick in my throat
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| Admit you have a problem
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| And believe in restoration
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| Keep coming back
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| Keep coming back
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| Keep coming back
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| And everything
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| Will be okay
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| And it sounds like something
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| I ought to believe
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| But I can’t because I don’t
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| And it sounds like something
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| I ought to profess
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| But the words stick in my throat
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| And it makes it hard to love my friends
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| When all they want is me to bend
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| And I make it hard for them to love
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| When all I want’s oblivion
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| And we make it hard to love again
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| Keep coming back
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| Keep coming back
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| Keep coming back
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| Keep coming back
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| There’s never been denial
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| I’m not Joseph K. on trial
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| But when I dream and I go down
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| There is music in my ears
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| And it sounds like something
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| Familiar to me
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| But I can’t quite place the tune
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| And it sounds like something
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| Familiar to me
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| But the notes all fade too soon
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| But the notes all fade too soon
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| But the notes all fade too soon
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| Keep coming back… |