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Nov 2015
and everyone began to taste the same
Glazed in alcohol, salted in legal drugs
I never tasted the sunshine again.
they gave me a needle to pick a bone
They gave me a needle to inject my medicine
And my dosage weighed heavily with invincibility.
I told them "no, I never want to feel like that again.
I'm trying to be real. No, I got who I need to get me through this,"
I said. "You want me dead"
And every kiss felt the same.
All their lips were chapped and tasted like
Worn out strawberry sweets.
I said, don't go easy on me, babe.
I love the crazy, it fuels me up
Told you go away, you're insane
He told me stick around, babe
And no one has bit me quite like you since.
it's ok
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