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Naked and retched and retching on a hotel bathroom floor, |
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Somewhere in the |
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City Three days no sleeping, not eating, not feeling good anymore |
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Drenched in sweat and self-pity now, it's not a pretty sight |
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What to say in my defense, |
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I was imperfect tense |
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Used to have such balance, but |
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I don't know where it went |
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So won't you be my present sense |
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Breaking, |
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I'm shaking, it's taking a long long time |
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To come down off this murderous medication |
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Trying to remember, my reasons for running myself into the ground with such dedication |
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What to say in my defense, |
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I was imperfect tense |
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Used to have such balance, but |
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I don't know where it went |
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So won't you be my present sense, sense |
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Cos it's not meant to be |
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I am lost at sea |
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So mermaids sing to me |
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Of the better times and the things that can be |
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Like the diamonds in the |
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Mediterranean sea |
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Or the beatings and sleeping and times that |
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I took And of washing the drink and the drugs from my blood |
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And I've nothing to say in my defense |
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I'm far from perfect |
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I'm still tense |
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They say that love can change you once |
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Please say that love can change me once |
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Come on change me |
