| Your antidote for sickness
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| Is the source of my cure
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| In a different form of course
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| With more pleasure
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| I am sure
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| They help me deal with the pain
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| To enhance the pleasure of this life I lead
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| An addiction or a crutch they are not
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| And them I do not need
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| But I desire them, I confess
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| In a strange sort of way
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| With no remorse, I may add
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| But worry not you need not pay
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| I’ll influence your decision not
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| Merely show you both sides
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| Of the invisible line
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| Where pain and pleasure collide
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| You need not tell me of their worthlessness
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| They’ve not hurt me I believe
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| More harmful to some than others
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| So if you are some reprieve
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| And though it, it sounds so easy
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| Distinguish between the two to You may not, may not know till it’s too late
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| The choice is, the choice is up to you
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| You see I have painfully learned
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| To infringe my beliefs on no one
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| I have seen first hand
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| The damage they have done
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| I’ve witnessed for myself
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| The hands which they have dealt
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| The blankness in ones eyes
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| As their brains begin to melt
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| And as they plead for your assistance
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| In their moments of confusion
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| You stand helpless but say
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| This is only an illusion
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| The choice is, the choice is up to you
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| The choice is, the choice is up to you
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| The choice is, the choice is up to you
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| The choice which you may lose |