| Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
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| Black coffee’s not enough for me, I need a better friend
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| One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song
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| I know I must investigate
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| I hope that I can sing along
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| There is no time for metaphors cried the little pill to me He said, «Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile»
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| I knew that pill was lying
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| Toogregarious, too nice
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| But as he walked I had to sing this twice
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| Lie still, little bottle
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| Don’t twist, it ain’t twistin' time
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| With every move you make you just disintegrate my ever-troubled mind |