The pill.
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Fuck it. Swallow it.
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I stopped reading the paper, quit watchin' the news
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Don't answer the phone and I'm payin' the dues
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I pace my steps to match the speed of my breathing
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Place my bets and keep my feet upon the ceiling
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Waiting for the stop sign to turn green
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I ain't got time to learn the hard way
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I gave candy to the babies, kisses to the ladies
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And charisma to the kids playin' down at the arcade
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Par-tay
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In my think straight type advice
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Bake the cake and sink your face into the frosting
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Take a break from all the aches and strifes
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This pain is just another stain on the box springs
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Sometimes I sit outside and watch the people walk by
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And try to understand why they don't fly
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And other days I lock myself up in my room
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And let the four corners close in until I'm consumed
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There ain't a whole lot of continuity
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And all I want is what I already gave up
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I give advice that I don't follow
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Cause it's twice as hard to swallow
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When you know precisely what the pill is made of
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Take the pill. Swallow it.
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The Pill
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