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She was in the hospital last night I'm so afraid she's gonna die She says everything will be alright as soon as I'm the perfect size When will that be? When you've finally lost all your sanity Obsessing over those counted calories? When you pass out and can hardly breathe? Or when your organs deflate trying to lower your weight to the ideal eighty-eight? She says no dinner it can wait Wait for what? The world to end? It doesn't have to Pick up a pen and write about your struggling spirit Maybe then we could stear it Until you see what it is I see and there you'll find Recovery.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Recovery
She was in the hospital last night I'm so afraid she's gonna die She says everything will be alright as soon as I'm the perfect size When will that be? When you've finally lost all your sanity Obsessing over those counted calories? When you pass out and can hardly breathe? Or when your organs deflate trying to lower your weight to the ideal eighty-eight? She says no dinner it can wait Wait for what? The world to end? It doesn't have to Pick up a pen and write about your struggling spirit Maybe then we could stear it Until you see what it is I see and there you'll find Recovery.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
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