A F#m D
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Run just as fast as I can to the middle of nowhere
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to the middle of my frustrated fears
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A F#m
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And I swear, you're just like a pill
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instead of making me better
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E D
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You keep making me ill, you keep making me ill
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I can't stay on your life support
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D
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there's a shortage in the switch
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E D
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I can't stay on your morphine cause it's making me itch
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I said I tried to call the nurse again
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but she's being a little bitch
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I think I'll get out of here where I can
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