| I’ve got a pill to draw a smile on my face
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| Can’t make it on my own, a 1 bit world
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| I’ve got a pill to draw a smile on my face
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| I made a happiness loan
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| You’re not in my place
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| I ain’t got a way out, walkout from this soft dim hell
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| I’ve got a pill to draw a smile on my face
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| Can’t find who lifts me up
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| They’re all pulling me down
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| I’ve got a pill to draw a smile on my face
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| Ain’t got a soul tear left
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| Sentimental bankrupt
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| My pockets are full
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| Still I see no way out, walkout and I’m down
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| What can I say, what can I do
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| How can I make you see it full coloured again
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| I got pills to draw my smiles
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| I can’t feel, it seems nothing is mine
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| I’ve got a pill to draw, a smile on my face
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| My stolen beauty aches
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| I am sentimental bankrupt
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| I got nothing…
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| I got your eyes in me but you’re not in my place and I’m down
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| What can I say, what can I do
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| How can I make you see it full coloured again
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| Lost the blood, lost the truth
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| Lost the sunset in blue
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| All is black, all is white
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| All is grey, even you
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| I’m staring at a dead end, got nothing else to pretend |
| I ain’t dead but everybody else is
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| Leave me, quit me, everybody else did
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| I am sentimental bankrupt
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| What can I say, what can I do
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| How can I make you see it full coloured again |