when you've jumped out of your skin and the wind's sandpap'ry
you can feel the acid rain run off your back and though
you smell it you don't feel it burn your soft tissue
I wish I had enough drugs to maintain this state
I could get through life without acknowledging heartbreak
I'd just move from here to there without a single tear
And then I'd be just like you wouldn't I, my dear?
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