| Admitted at twenty-two
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| Just to get over you
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| My belly aches blue
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| Lorazepam flu
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| I’m down for the count
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| Always three times a day
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| Sometimes four, sometimes four
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| A bee sting straight through the arm
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| The high swing I ride upon
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| My eyes can’t quite focus on
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| The nurse with my Lucky Charms
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| While a two-step was just a laugh
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| Our boundaries were broke in half
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| It’s a good thing to know
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| As you walk into group for the show
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| Knock-knock on the window pane
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| My smoke break, the hour rang
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| My quiet roommate sleeps the same
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| And woke up when dinner came
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| The man’s no more than forty old
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| Arrived scared two days ago
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| A family of earth and gold
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| But still nonetheless alone
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| I learned quick, knew what to say
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| Then three angels walked my way
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| In Spanish tongue, they knelt to pray
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| And said, «God, keep him safe
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| From screaming voices»
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| They became my family
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| Outstretched, their hands are on my head
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| You know, boy, I can feel them breathing
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| They actually knelt down and prayed for me
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| They actually knelt down and prayed for me
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| Don’t you dare put me on HRSA
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| Does self-abuse extend your hospital stay?
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| I think I’ll lie a bit
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| Lord, I won’t cry over anything
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| Over anything at all
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| I won’t cry over anything at all |