| Medicated it won’t hurt
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| Trust me, nah, that shit dont work
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| Man I’m craving what is bad again
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| Yes I’ve been through the anger and the pain
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| So please could you drag my hand away
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| Don’t let this mess with my plan today
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| Stuck to a hand grenade
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| I’m running about, a man deranged
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| Falling pray to savage ways
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| Look just what that man became
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| How could he say in the new way all the things that he’s been feeling forever?
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| But he would say anything that she wanna hear if it would mean they together
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| Does that sounds legit?
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| Back down a bit, it all feels a little bit counterfeit
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| So they said you would never amount to shit
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| And you act like you love the sound of it
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| See you theres a major reason why some people try for lesser
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| Cause when you find a purpose that’s when life applies the pressure
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| Medicated it won’t hurt
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| Trust me, nah, that shit dont work
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| Yo, they ain’t tryna make you well
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| Just selling you a sedative
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| Moneys in the medicine
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| So they stay peddling
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| What is this the Tour De France?
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| What is that? |
| Your normal mask?
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| From how you look I should fall to the floor and laugh
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| This little tablet is your boarding pass
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| Dont be all alarmed though
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| When you start falling fast
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| The pressure of two evils
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| One holds the other at bay, still you suffer the pain
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| Its what you do when you doubt
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| Hit bumps in the road, now you smoothing it out
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| Looping the sound, drift off with the notes
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| Get lost in the quotes, this here is my refuge
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| You can step into my world if I let you
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| Dont act familiar if I never met you
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| The master of the deep like Neptune
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| Fireworks look how the brain impulses in my head move
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| Have you ever met Doom? |
| How about Death?
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| Reach for that cold hand when it’s out stretched
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| What if we realize we are now blessed?
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| How best to describe, you now next to describe
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| That is capturing, dreams that encapsulate hope, times, wonders
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| So go dive under, and swim to the depths through the mist and the wrecks
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| As we drift we connect. |
| (x2) |