| If I ran out of pills today, I won’t wait.
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| If I ran out pills today, fill my plate.
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| I keep my paxil-chardonnay, just in case.
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| I’d drive to hell to fill my eyes, face the sky.
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| And there’s no trick to reason why I’ll stay high.
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| Then it pins you to the wall
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| and you just can’t turn it off.
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| Then you sink into the sea,
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| but it keeps you off your knees.
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| And it keeps you on the phone.
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| And you find yourself alone.
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| Then you sink into the sea,
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| but it keeps you off your knees.
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| You’re giving it away.
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| If I ran out of pills today, reinstate.
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| And I don’t care what keeps me sane, just keep me sane.
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| I’ll take the risk and calculate, just when I’ll break.
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| Then it pins you to the wall
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| and you just can’t turn it off.
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| Then you sink into the sea,
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| but it keeps you off your knees.
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| And it keeps you on the phone.
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| And you find yourself alone.
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| Then you sink into the sea,
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| but it keeps you off your knees.
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| If it keeps you on your way… |