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I can't stay on your life support, there's a
shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine, 'cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes
being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here,
where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me Ill
You keep makin' me ill