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Though I don't write a whole lot of letters |
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I figured I'd better say something now |
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I saw the thing about the heartsick shut-in |
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Thought that I should cut in |
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And tell you 'bout how |
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It woke me from a life-long day dream |
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While I'd been aging you wrote it all down |
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And though I recognized the words when I read them |
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I know I never said them to people out loud |
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Renew my subscription |
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To "Desperate Bellowing Magazine" |
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It sure does have a familiar ring |
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You might say I fit the description |
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Renew my subscription |
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To "Miserable Freak Show Quarterly" |
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Every back-number I saw spoke to me |
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Acknowledging it's my addiction |
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Renew my subscription |
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I wanna be a much better person |
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Instead I worsen with every day |
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But there's a drug whose name I'm not sure of |
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Which I need more of to feel okay |
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They told me exercise and diet |
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If I would try it, would cure my ills |
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But though I'm already past my quota |
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I want another load o' those magic pills |
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Refill my prescription |
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To whatever that thing is |
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That makes the carpet stop turning into snakes |
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In lieu of my coming conniption |
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Refill my prescription |
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And free me from where I don't want to be |
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Standing outside the unopened pharmacy |
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Before I confirm your prediction |
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Refill my prescription |