| Are you still taking them pills?
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| Are they still giving you thrills?
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| Does your coat still sound like a maraca
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| When you’re walking up and down around the Tennessee hills?
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| The prescription that you’re taking to the pharmacist is written
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| On a stack of twenty dollar bills
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| Are you still taking them pills?
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| I remember back when we used to take 'em
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| And we’d feel them start to kickin' in
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| At first we’d feel a tingle, then we’d feel a prickle
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| Like there’s something crawling on my skin
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| I think they almost made us feel a little happy
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| I think they nearly made us feel like we belong
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| They said it’s bringing on something for an entire day
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| And we’d talk about it all night long
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| Are you still taking them pills?
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| Are they still giving you thrills?
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| Do you still feel like you’re getting prodded
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| By a hundred thousand nasty little porcupine quills?
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| Your mind is like a cyclone needing satisfaction
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| But it empties out as quick as it fills
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| Are you still taking them pills?
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| You know it’s strange the way time can change a person
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| Just yesterday it seems like we were getting high
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| Now I’ve been clean for years by to be completely honest
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| I think about it all the time
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| But wait, I think you don’t remember how you know me
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| I got to say that you don’t seem the same
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| You oughtta hand it up cause by the look that’s on your face
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| I think you’ll wonder how I even know your name
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| Are you still them them pills?
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| Are they still giving you thrills?
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| Outside there’s a bin man staring at you
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| Can’t you see I’m leaning on your window still?
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| I’m afraid we might read it in the paper
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| That you’re pushing up the daisies and the daffodils
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| Are you still taking them pills?
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| Are you still taking them pills? |