| God I’m not feeling well, you’re right
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| But you can nearly feel it as well
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| And take my temperature tonight
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| 'Cos I can hardly get out of bed
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| With all this medcine, inside
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| The light is getting out of my head
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| With all these chemicals, alright
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| I might be getting rid of my…
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| Meds are dying here with me alright
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| Maybe something else will kill this agony of mine
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| God I’m not feeling well, you’re right
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| I hope that you can feel it as well
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| And take my temperature tonight
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| 'Cos I can make a mess of myself
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| But you know this is wrong, alright
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| I’m not about to get out of bed
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| With all the evidence, despite
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| I might be getting rid of my…
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| The meds are dying here with me alright
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| Maybe something else will kill this agony of mine
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| That’s not enough |