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THE CHRONIC
We awake amongst each other on a daily
Enraptured in your strong arms on a nightly
Severity of your embrace fluctuates at times
On a scale of 1-10 many say that you're a dime
It should be a crime for you to have such a grip on us
Just for some time away we'd gladly ride in the back of the bus
No fuss nor cuss, just us having a moment of solace
You're so controlling that some want to join Christopher Wallace
Cause your malice is like an iron fist in a velvet gloved hand
Those who aren't afflicted with your addiction just don't understand
It can be a chore just to stand and walk a few paces
Without you popping up in an array of various places
We're faced with popping pills in order not to feel you
More times than not, even that wish doesn't come true
Do you know who we're talking to? Are we going insane?
No, we're not. We're just trying to maintain while living with chronic pain
Enraptured in your strong arms on a nightly
Severity of your embrace fluctuates at times
On a scale of 1-10 many say that you're a dime
It should be a crime for you to have such a grip on us
Just for some time away we'd gladly ride in the back of the bus
No fuss nor cuss, just us having a moment of solace
You're so controlling that some want to join Christopher Wallace
Cause your malice is like an iron fist in a velvet gloved hand
Those who aren't afflicted with your addiction just don't understand
It can be a chore just to stand and walk a few paces
Without you popping up in an array of various places
We're faced with popping pills in order not to feel you
More times than not, even that wish doesn't come true
Do you know who we're talking to? Are we going insane?
No, we're not. We're just trying to maintain while living with chronic pain
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