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Naked and wretched and retching on a hotel bathroom floor, |
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Somewhere in the city. |
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Three days not sleeping, not eating, not feeling good any more, |
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Drenched in sweat and self-pity. |
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It's not a pretty sight. |
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What to say in my defence? |
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I was imperfect tense. |
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I used to have such balance, |
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But I don't know where it went. |
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So would you be my present sense? |
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Breaking, I'm shaking, it's taking a long, long time 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 defence? |
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I was imperfect tense. |
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I used to have such balance, |
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But I don't know where it went. |
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So would you be my present sense? |
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It's not meant to be, |
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But I am lost at sea, |
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So mermaid, sing to me, |
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Of better times and of things that could be on an island in the mediterranean sea, |
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And of sleeping and eating at times when I should, |
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And of washing the drink and the drugs from my blood. |
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I've nothing to say in my defence, |
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I'm far from perfect, |
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I'm still tense. |
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But they say that love can change you once, |
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Please say that love can change me one, |
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Come on and change me. |