I don't do crack
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I've never seen cocaine
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Unfortunately, I rarely pop an aspirin when in pain
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'Cause I wanna be
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Of alcohol or any drug at all completely free
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But I self medicate with tea
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Doot da doot doot
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I know just where to go to get my fix
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The beverage aisle
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At Starbucks, I confess, I get my kicks
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I'm notin denial
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My oolong heals, your dealer deals for quite a hefty fee
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So I self medicate with tea
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Do do do do
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It's not that I'm not miserable as any old drunk
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My life is no more bearable than any old junkie's
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I'd jump out a window, suicide's a sin though
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I've found another way
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there's no amount I wouldn't pay
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to overdose on earl gray or English breakfast
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When I'm hopped up on caffeinated chai
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I'm feeling the buzz
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And when you asked if I'd like to get high
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I already was
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It's black or green or in between
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Sometimes it looks like weed
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But my self medicating
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Improves my mental stating
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I don't need to go to rehab or to set up a meth lab
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I may be a cynic but the Betty Ford clinic
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Isn't ever gonna break me from my habit of choice
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It's my Opium, my Xanax, and it's good for my voice
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I hope you comprehend my reasoning
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Twinings, Liptons, even Celestial Seasonings
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Keep you marijuana I've got my own remedy
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I self, self medicate with tea
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Boom
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It's camomile, yeah
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Medicate With Tea
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Emilie Autumn |