| They press our teardrops into diamonds
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| They change our sorrows into gold
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| They’re gonna turn our blood to rubies
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| We just need someone we can hold
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| Got an issue but it’s getting bigger and bigger
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| In the beginning it was something minor
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| Got a rat up in my kitchen and we gotta get rid of it
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| So we’re bringing in a tiger
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| There’s something inside her
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| Thought you were blissful
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| I heard you did it with a pink-handled pistol
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| But sadness, it tend to latch on
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| And it won’t let go like a pitbull
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| Don’t even know if you left a note
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| Should we blame the Depakote?
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| Or vilify the Abilify?
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| You were trying to find your vanilla sky
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| Then you unravel
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| Face down on rock bottom fucking chewing gravel
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| Because a human’s so fragile — What can you do?
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| They press our teardrops into diamonds
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| They change our sorrows into gold
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| They’re gonna turn our blood to rubies
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| We just need someone we can hold
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| They press our teardrops into diamonds
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| But they can’t change our hearts to stone
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| They’re gonna turn our blood to rubies
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| I know that we are not alone, we are not alone
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| I know it’s sappy
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| But I want my family to be happy
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| Without becoming flatter than a sheet of paper
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| An army of zombies shuffling through a vapor
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| But I know folks who found something beautiful
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| And they credit the pharmaceuticals
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| For slaying the demons that they’re running from
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| It might have saved their lives and I’m one of em
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| But there’s a limit to the shit you can endure
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| You get a prescription and you’re thinking that it’s pure
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| But baby maybe it’s a problem when you got a problem
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| And you get addicted to the cure
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| The spike ain’t no mystery
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| We’re any penny in a billion dollar industry
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| And there’s a mothafucka' living on the hill pushing pills
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| Stacking bills off our misery
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| Had a teaspoon that’s full of pain
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| Got an ocean that’s full of sorrow
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| Had a teaspoon that’s full of pain
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| Got an ocean that’s full of sorrow
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| [They press our teardrops into diamonds
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| They change our sorrows into gold
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| They’re gonna turn our blood to rubies
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| We just need someone we can hold
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| They press our teardrops into diamonds
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| But they can’t change our hearts to stone
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| They’re gonna turn our blood to rubies
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| I know that we are not alone, we are not alone |