She takes these pills,
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And she moves along
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She takes these pills,
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And its better
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It really doesn't matter to me
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To live in your life and your own routine
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A product from ecology it seems
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She looks at him like he's a machine
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And lives with him 'cause he's a bill machine
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That brings it closer where she swears it needs
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So she takes the pills
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And she moves along
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She takes the pills
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And its better
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He pays the bills
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And he moves along
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She takes the pills
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And its better
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It really doesn't matter to me
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When you're living your life in your own medicated dream
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How bad could sobriety really be?
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I know you couldn't even recognize me
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I wonder if she knows that her own family
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Is waiting and praying in the hopes that she would leave
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She nods her head as she moves along
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She takes the pills and its better
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She lies in bed 'till noons along
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She takes these pills and its better
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She takes these pills as she moves along
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She takes these pills and its better
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He nods his head and they move along
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She takes these pills 'cause its better
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Well it doesn't really matter to me
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You know it really doesn't matter to me
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It really doesn't matter to me
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Now he takes these pills and he moves along
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He takes these pills and its better
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He bobs his head as he moves along
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He takes these pills and its better
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Now we take these pills and we move along
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We take these pills and its better
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We shake our hands as we move along
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We take these pills cause its better
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You know it really doesn't matter to me
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You know it really doesn't matter to me
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It really doesn't matter to me
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'Cause it's better
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Pills
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