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Doctor, Doctor

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All these pills and no time for better weather
Doctor, doctor why are you trying to poison us?
What a cruel existence that we've all come to
Would it be better if we all felt nothing at all

I've been thinking maybe I should keep my mouth shut
Doctor, doctor how much heartache does it take to kill someone?
I have this gun pointed to my temple
But he just keeps looking at me puzzled
Cause I'm telling him to do it

◄ Little Bracelet

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