| Pills eat through you like acid burning holes
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| Through your head, your mind, your bones and enamel
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| Handcuffed to the bed like you’re an animal
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| I don’t even recognize you anymore
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| Try to put you down like an old dog to sleep
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| Cut your branches off but you’re a dying tree
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| The doctors came and pulled the sheet up over your head
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| You’re already dead, you just don’t know it yet
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| You are sick and I hate you and love you for it
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| You’re a wreck but I’m always going to want you
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| I hate to see the knife always under your arm
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| Alone at night, cutting up neighborhood dogs
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| You snuck me to your daddy’s bedroom
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| Showed me all his guns
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| You said, «Careful or you’ll blow your head off
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| Make sure the safety’s on»
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| Leaving things to die in the mud at the creek
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| Pumping shotgun slugs out into the trees
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| You run your fingers on the wood and feel its bullet holes
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| It gives you something I could never give you or ever really know
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| You are sick and I hate you and love you for it
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| You’re a wreck but I’m always going to want you
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| And I don’t want to know what you’ve done
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| Or what you think about doing
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| I don’t want to know, so don’t tell me |