| A blue square to numb the pain
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| White hexagons to accelerate
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| Swallow yellow to relax
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| Whiskey and a green one to forget the past
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| Speak to me now
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| Won’t you put your guns in the ground?
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| Let’s sing till our voices break the sound
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| Doctors say that I’m sane
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| White rectangles now to concentrate
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| Another yellow to relax
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| Scribbled down solutions to erase the past
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| Got me feeling like an outsider
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| They’re in her drawer
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| But she says she doesn’t take em
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| Got me feeling like an outsider
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| They’re in her drawer
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| But she does not take em all
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| Oh no now we’ve all been diagnosed
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| Oh no I can not feel at all
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| Society creates symptoms;
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| The system medicates them
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| (there is no progress in a cure
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| They’ve got their eyes on the return
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| It came from our own hand
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| To squeeze the last survivor)
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| And I said, yeah, you know it’s never mentioned
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| Kiss me baby, make it better, kiss me baby
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| You can make it better
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| Would you, would you ever?
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| Could you, could you ever?
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| (watch your life through a screen) |