| From what I know, I’m not responding properly to common stimulus
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| According to the medics who get it
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| I’m tired of aesthetics and want to edit out the bits that I’m lost in
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| Exhaustion isn’t sufficient to get me a bed
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| Maybe 50k scattershot prayers
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| We are all in peril and terribly unprepared
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| In need of assistance, I’m just trying to make it work but
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| There is no one there listening in
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| We on some skull n cross bone bottle shit
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| Undercompensated and medicated to death
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| Someone call an ambulance!
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| This amulet’s lit, in palo santo apparatuses
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| I got eucalyptus in the talisman
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| And I’m ready to send in a second check
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| So much for the averages
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| This actuary table don’t predict anything but double digits
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| No amount of money could ever cover the damages
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| I’m at a loss for words, stuck on the cost
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| Comfy in my skin as I could’ve been at the time
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| About to lose my mind
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| Pick my scabs, losing touch, making medicine
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| From dog teeth and tree bark and I bounce back again
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| A foot bath in holy water, I am panicking
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| I am your daughter, right down to this skeleton
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| I offer expertise in underground survival, by
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| Which I mean I bury myself in a pine box til nothing hurts
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| I’m not even joking, I have come to the conclusion non-existence is the only
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| thing that works
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| Hitchhiking to the hospital, pick me up?
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| Just slow down, I can hop on and hang in there
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| All day in the waiting room with a poster of a cat that got paid famously for
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| holding onto that tree
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| I am misdiagnosed as someone who can afford this treatment
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| More than just the bare minimum of getting stitched up to save the floor I am
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| bleeding on. |
| I’m sorry for always making a mess
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| This could have been worse don’t panic
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| Don’t worry
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| Help is on the way
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| Someone called an ambulance, and now
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| It’s all okay
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| If you want, we can wrap you up in bandages
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| We can bow our heads and pray
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| We can call another ambulance
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| For you to refuse to pay |