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City headache subside your deary talk |
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Send a doctor to my house |
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Got me a fever coming 'round the bend |
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And a bus load of danger |
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Straight talking, you're sending me to bed |
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'Cause I ain't walking in my state |
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A temperature that will not go away |
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So let it willow in my head, my head |
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Prescribed pills, just soil 'em down the sink |
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'Cause in the hills is my cure |
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No city headache to knock on my front door |
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No [Incomprehensible] faces burn me |
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Your output love resign it to my ears |
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The blinking signals from your mouth |
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Some cleansing water to wash away the grind |
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The city laughter on my face, my face |
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It's not for me, a speed in which you walk |
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Would burn the soul and my feet |
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And just in and choking from the fall |
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Until you're smoking freak shows |
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That's how it goes so you just find the road |
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And pack your bags, no |
