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So I'm just a medicine |
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You take when you're sick |
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You get well and that's it |
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I'm put back |
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On the shelf in your mirror |
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And it isn't exeptional |
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The course of our fate |
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Cuz people love and they hate |
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And I guess |
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It's just our turn to hate |
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Yeah you were just some song I wrote |
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A poem on a page |
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A sculpture I made |
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Out of clay - |
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Desire was the flame |
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But now you're more of a basketball |
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Boys just pass you around |
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They bounce you hard on the ground |
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And dribble |
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Then we all get high 5's |
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And you think I'm an asshole now |
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Well you're probably right |
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But at least I'm not blind to the fact |
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I've been wishing were lies |
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But still I hope you get everything |
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That you care to possess |
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And unbelievable sex |
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With him |
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Or any one of my friends |
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But just don't ask about my appetite |
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I didn't lose it tonight |
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It's been gone half my life |
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It's just I |
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I've been eating for you |