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Maybe we could break your ankle clean and unsuspiciously |
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An ER trip, a doctor's slip and you could share your pills with me |
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Won't it feel so good though when we're lying |
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Side by side can't move and |
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I'm not trying |
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Two thousand milligrams each |
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A hotel by the pharmacy |
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With drinking straws in toothpaste tubes |
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Stash them with your toiletries |
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And I will share my pills with you |
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Little Michael sleeping in the child safety seat |
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Lying with the windows rolled up in the |
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August heat |
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Three thousand milligrams each |
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Four thousand milligrams |
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We're driving down the interstate |
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You're feeling great, you scratch your wrist |
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And we pretend your kids, your husband, all you left does not exist |
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And in some motel that night we're lying |
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I can barely whisper |
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It's like dying |
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Baby do you know what |
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I mean Well baby, did you hear me? |
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Well baby, you fell asleep |
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I know I'm weak, |
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I won't deny |
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We'll see our trial some day soon |
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When I know we're fucked |
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I'll half the pile and share my pills with you ' |
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Cos we've felt fully in our bodies |
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And we've felt totally alive |
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So we're prepared to float above this dirty bed where we both lie |
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Where we lie, lie, lie |
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Well we be fine? |
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Not this time |
