| We all need therapy, ‘cause God never seems to listen
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| Open up the pharmacy, and you’ll hear the angels crying
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| I never sleep
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| She’s lying on the plastic beach
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| and it’s reflecting right at me
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| I never sleep
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| Burn the evidence
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| I fill the void when I’m fucking you
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| locked in the white room with no view
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| it’s irrelevant
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| my life is quickly turning to
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| a catch 22
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| I’ve lost all self control
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| there’s no light in this hole
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| it will destroy me, break me
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| set me up to fail
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| I’m like a time bomb
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| chemical, comatose, medical, overdose
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| counting tiles on the ceiling
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| forty-five or sixty-seven
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| the telephone’s always ringing
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| this conversation’s going nowhere
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| ahhhh insomniac
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| burn the evidence
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| I fill the void when I’m fucking you
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| locked in the white room with no view
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| call the ambulance
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| my life is quickly turning to
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| a catch 22!
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| I’ve lost all self control
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| There’s no light in this hole
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| it will destroy me, break me
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| set me up to fail
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| I’m like a time bomb
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| chemical, comatose, medical, overdose
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| as my life seems to fade
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| one second isn’t a second at all
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| ignore it but it never goes away |