| You say: «Make me into something
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| Give me a body»
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| And you say: «Let me out the bottle
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| Make me into someone
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| You can give me life
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| And I’ll trade
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| The potion you embody with
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| Trips down the well and a swing from a necktie remedy, necktie remedy.»
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| «You can give me life…»
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| «Let me in, it’s cold in this abyss
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| Let me in cause it’s cold
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| You’ll raise your drinks up hight and swallow to forget
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| You’ll raise your drinks up high
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| We’ll swallow to forget.»
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| You say: «The sugarcube mixture saves the day.»
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| You say: «The green cloudy waters will take you away.»
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| But when dawn floods in With the day
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| The journey I imagined brought
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| Me right back here to a swing from these necktie remedies, necktie remedies
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| «Let me in, it’s cold in this abyss
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| Let me in cause it’s cold
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| You’ll raise your drinks up high and swallow to forget
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| You’ll raise your drinks up high
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| We’ll swallow to forget
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| «Let me in.»
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| «You'll be vacant
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| Repossessed
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| For those moments
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| That you occupy me.»
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| «Now let’s make me something in and of myself
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| And become the cataclysmic reality
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| So far beyond the symptom, I, limitless when you empower me Because habit takes root in decision
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| And you can bet that I can wait
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| If you can
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| For the moment when you need a little pick me up
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| A little bump
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| A little boost
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| A little helping hand.» |