| Here I lie in my hospital bed
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| Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again?
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| Oh, I don’t think I can wait that long
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| Oh, you see that Im not that strong
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| The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
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| Tell me, sister morphine, how long have I been lying here?
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| What am I doing in this place?
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| Why does the doctor have no face?
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| Oh, I can’t crawl across the floor
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| Ah, can’t you see, sister morphine, Im trying to score
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| Well it just goes to show
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| Things are not what they seem
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| Please, sister morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams
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| Oh, can’t you see Im fading fast?
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| And that this shot will be my last
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| Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head
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| Ah, come on, sister morphine, you better make up my bed
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| Cause you know and I know in the morning I’ll be dead
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| Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the
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| Clean white sheets stained red. |