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Well, I'm fading away |
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And I can't find the way to the door |
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So, I'll sit here on my bed all day |
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While I'm whiling away |
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The best part of a day on the floor |
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I'll sit here on my head all day |
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I like being alone |
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I like getting stoned so hang out |
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And honey, disconnect the phone |
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Well I've already gone |
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And smoked the whole damn lawn right out |
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So, honey, pack another bong |
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Just like a chicken wired to your brain pan |
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It's recreational |
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Recreational chemistry, that's the game plan |
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It's recreational |
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Just like a chicken wired to your brain pan |
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It's recreational |
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Recreational chemistry, that's the game plan |
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It's recreational |
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Well people think that I'm mad |
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But it ain't that bad, they don't know |
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They haven't had the things that I've had |
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People think I'm insane |
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That I'm rotting my brain, they don't know |
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And I haven't got the time to explain |
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People think that I'm lazy |
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That I'm stoned and crazy, I don't know |
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And I can't imagine what they see |
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All the powders and pills |
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And circumstantial chills, I don't know |
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I guess that's how I get my thrills |
