Your antidote for sickness
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Is the source of my cure
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In a different form of course
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With more pleasure
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I am sure
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They help me deal with the pain
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To enhance the pleasure of this life I lead
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An addiction or a crutch they are not
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And them I do not need
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But I desire them, I confess
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In a strange sort of way
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With no remorse, I may add
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But worry not you need not pay
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I'll influence your decision not
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Merely show you both sides
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Of the invisible line
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Where pain and pleasure collide
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You need not tell me of their worthlessness
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They've not hurt me I believe
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More harmful to some than others
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So if you are some reprieve
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And though it, it sounds so easy
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Distinguish between the two to
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You may not, may not know till it's too late
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The choice is, the choice is up to you
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You see I have painfully learned
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To infringe my beliefs on no one
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I have seen first hand
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The damage they have done
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I've witnessed for myself
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The hands which they have dealt
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The blankness in ones eyes
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As their brains begin to melt
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And as they plead for your assistance
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In their moments of confusion
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You stand helpless but say
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This is only an illusion
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The choice is, the choice is up to you
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The choice is, the choice is up to you
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The choice is, the choice is up to you
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The choice which you may lose
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The Choice
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| Abomination |
