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My favorite medicine is |
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Whiskey and weed |
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And I free associate at |
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Sonic speed |
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'Cause boredom and apathy get |
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So sublime, |
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Visions of tragedy and |
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cold dollar signs |
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Self medication, self medication. |
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Everyone knows it's just a |
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matter of time |
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My education was my own |
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self deprication and it's |
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waiting in shadows in the |
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back of my mind. |
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Whispering melodies and |
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tainting the world i see with |
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visions of tragedy and |
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s's and lines (probably not right) |
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Self medication, self medication. |
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Everyone knows it's just a |
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matter of time |
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Self medication, self medication. |
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Everyone wants to have a |
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little of mine. |
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From boredom to blasphemy i'm |
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acting so manically but |
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it supports the falicy that |
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there's something to find. |
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Can i express myself? i |
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know its bad for my health but |
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its filling this meaninglessness |
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with riddles and rhymes |
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So maybe a pleasure trip to |
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Forign seas |
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would make the days easier you |
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spend with me |
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Or fancy casino trips that |
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rob you blind, |
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we're counting in poker chips and |
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bottles of wine |
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Self medication, self medication. |
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Everyone knows it's just a matter of time |
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Self medication, self medication. |
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Everyone wants to have a little of mine. |
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Self medication, self medication. |
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Self medication, self medication. |
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Self medication, self medication. |
