| the sun is setting
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| on the horizon
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| the sun is setting
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| on the horizon
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| here comes the man in the white coat
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| to cure all your delusions
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| he’s slowly taking his belt off
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| and coming into your life
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| here comes the man on the white horse
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| he is the larynx of your voice
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| the water’s boiling on the stove
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| as your blanket falls to the floor
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| the sun is setting
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| on the horizon
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| the sun is setting
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| on the horizon
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| the sun is setting
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| on your horizon
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| the sun is setting
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| on your horizon
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| your lying naked next to your blanket
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| your tears are falling free to the floor
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| your body bruised your mind aching
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| for the man, the man in the white coat
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| the sun is setting
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| on the horizon
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| the sun is setting
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| on your horizon
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| [these addicts' life’s only work is to find money or drugs in their desperation
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| no means is to follow
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| their only goal in life is to keep the deathening chemicals forever in their
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| hearts' blood
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| because of this living dead is a white powder
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| innocent looking
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| but deadly.] |