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 she's being a little bitch
I think I'll get out of 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 making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill
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