The Phamacist lyrics |
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The medicine cabinet's empty, there's nothing for my head. Inside I'm made of concrete, my eyelids feel like lead. I'm feeling for pulse but it's no use. |
My head was screwed on tight, now it's coming loose. I've been to the bottom of a bottle or two, that shit just kept me down. |
I'm sick of shortcuts that leave me on the fucking ground | |||
Paint It Black song lyrics
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