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SICK SICK SICK

de STOMACH BOOK

Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can't you see?
I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me

And I see every hypocrite
Who painted wounds on my skin
It makes me sick, sick, sick

And I know everything you did
Reliving all your old sins
It makes me sick, sick, sick

And I thought I knew all your tricks
But that's not true, now is it?
You made me sick, sick, sick

You made me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
You made me sick, sick, sick, sick
You made me sick, sick, sick

Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can't you see?
I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me

But every now and then I find
An ugly voice from inside
Whispering promises

I'll be your little hedonist
And give you all my weakness
Aren't we just sick, sick, sick?

Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can't you see?
I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me

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