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The Pharmacist
01:07
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The medicine cabinet's empty, there's nothing for my head.
Inside I'm made of concrete, my eyelids feel like lead.
I'm feeling for a pulse, but it's no use.
My head was screwed on tight now it's coming loose.
And I've been to the bottom of a bottle or two; that shit just kept me down. I'm sick of short cuts that leave me on the ground.
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You’re just a big mouth waiting for the "all fall down."
I’m just a fist with a glass and some despair to drown.
You think you know what’s up? I’ll turn it upside down.
A guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown.
Get off my back and I’ll get off yours.
Call off the attack, it’s such a fucking bore.
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