| Stop, drop the medicine
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| I don’t feel normal, I never did
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| Room starts spinning
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| Make boredom useful and back again
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| Come home too fucked
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| To know what side’s up
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| Side’s down
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| My senses stayed for another round
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| Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting
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| Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
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| Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting, yeah
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| I want…
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| Wake up hardly remembering
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| But softly knowing that I was king
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| Short-lived, could be imagining
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| That things were simple but easily
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| I wake up
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| Not knowing what’s up or went down
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| Face flush, amnesia sucks
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| Just one more time
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| Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting
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| Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
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| Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting, yeah
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| And I want…
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| Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting
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| Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
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| Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting, yeah
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| And I want more |