| Add up all the amphetamines and pour them in your mouth
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| Take a sip of diphenhydramine when your heart starts going south
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| Grab your chest, rest and hope for the best when your body starts to react
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| Take some more when the pain gets sore and hope you get forced to rest
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| Take a sip, bite your lip and hope that feeling will hold
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| Use this time to reflect, rewind and pray that you’re not getting cold
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| Fall asleep when your eyes grow weak and hope that the feeling will stay
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| You’re in control, your body will roll with whatever you throw its way
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| You can tell that everything is going well
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| And pray to hell that you don’t start not feeling well
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| You’re in control
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| You’re keeping yourself from growing old
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| Your body is doing what it’s been told
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| You’re not gonna let anything take its hold
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| (Every day is a nightmare)
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| Square one, when the morning comes you don’t have any feelings at all
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| Your brain is foggy, and your thoughts will come with the speed of an outdated
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| gun
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| So grab your chest, rest and hope for the best when your body starts to react
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| Take your fill and get your thrills
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| Pray tell to tonight isn’t your last
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| You can tell that everything is going well
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| And pray to hell that you don’t start not feeling well
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| You’re in control
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| You’re keeping yourself from growing old
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| Your body is doing what it’s been told
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| You’re not gonna let anything take its hold
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| So grab your chest, rest and hope for the best when your body starts to react
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| Take some more when the pain gets sore and hope you get forced to rest
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| Fall asleep when your eyes grow weak and hope that the feeling will stay
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| You’re in control, your body will roll with whatever out throw its way
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| You can tell that everything is going well
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| And pray to hell that you don’t start not feeling well
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| You’re in control
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| You’re keeping yourself from growing old
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| Your body is doing what it’s been told
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| You’re not gonna let anything take its hold |