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Pills, pills pills
When I feel them slide down my throat I get a pang of lust
One is never enough and 20 is never too much
Grabbing onto my thoughts and killing all the pain
Tell me Dr why do I need these again?
I have grown to love you more than anything else
I love you more than my own sick and twisted self
Who needs therapy when I have you
One more swallow to start a new
The only thing wrong with this deadly love affair
Is that I think nobody notices
One is never enough and 20 is never too much
Grabbing onto my thoughts and killing all the pain
Tell me Dr why do I need these again?
I have grown to love you more than anything else
I love you more than my own sick and twisted self
Who needs therapy when I have you
One more swallow to start a new
The only thing wrong with this deadly love affair
Is that I think nobody notices
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