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Relapse prevent Trigger intent now drown High strung say x-amount of words Your solar bipolar panic disorder Seems harder and harder and harder Still you try to control it You mold you mold Yea you shape to mold Boy you're bold you're bold Yea your shape is bold Your symptoms superficial To what they call knowing ya Minus the speed could you imagine the phobia We're recording... maybe Your brain has faulty wiring The reason for tiring Keep treating the curse Imagine the worst Systematic sympathetic Quite pathetic apologetic paramedic Your heart is prosthetic A plate of quite peculiar On a dish of my own A tablespoon a feather Tickle me to the bone Give me recipes for happy With the chemicals gone Drinking freedom from a bottle To the tune of belong We're recording... maybe We're recording... maybe I'm sick of shaking Never waking from the hell I achieve I never knew you 'Till you left me with the crying disease Another curing reassuring way to buckle the knees So mistreated I repeated Never blessing your sneeze Now deleted and defeated I will stand on my own Still your memory that punches me Has broken a bone Give me recipes for sorry I'm admitting I'm wrong Still your memory that punches me Has broken a bone |
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