Smoke it down
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Until you smell the flesh burning from your finger tips
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Your knuckles are white
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From beating on the walls at night
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Cast your worries to the side
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Focus only when you get the time
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Gonna lose your mind
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It happens all the time
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Maybe I can tell you
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To keep your head up and follow through
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Good things will come to you
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I could worry myself to death about you
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Hope you get there safely
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I got your letter that you sent to me
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About your misery
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A state of suffering
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It's such a shame to see
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Years of discretion and of a sound mind
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A suicide is for the weaker kind
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Maybe I can tell you
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To keep your head up and follow through
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Good things will come to you
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I could worry myself to death about you
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Hope you get there safely
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And your unhappiness
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Emotional distress
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And your unhappiness
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Maybe I can tell you
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To keep your head up and follow through
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Good things will come to you
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I could worry myself to death about you
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Hope you get there safely
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And your unhappiness
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Emotional distress
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And your unhappiness
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Safely
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