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War on Drugs by The Barenaked Ladies: 
 
She likes to sleep with the radio on 
So she can dream of her favorite song 
The one that no one has ever sung since she was small 
 
She'll never know that she made it up 
She had a soul and we ate it up 
Thrown away like a paper cup 
The music falls 
 
The only flaw in her detailed plan 
Is where she wins back the love of her man 
Everyone knows that he's never coming back 
 
He took her heart and she took his name 
He couldn't stand taking all the blame 
He left her only with guilt and shame and then she cracked 
 
Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves 
Of all these demons haunting us 
To keep us company 
 
In the dream I refuse to have 
She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath 
We're left to deal with the aftermath again 
 
On behalf of humanity 
I will fight for your sanity 
How profound such profanity can be 
 
Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves 
Of all these demons haunting us 
To keep us company 
 
Won't it be odd to be happy like we 
Always thought we're supposed to feel 
But never seem to be 
 
Near where I live there's a viaduct 
Where people jump when they're out of luck 
Raining down on the cars and trucks below 
 
They've put a net there to catch their fall 
Like it'll stop anyone at all 
What they don't know is when nature calls, you go 
 
They say that Jesus and mental health 
Are just for those who can help themselves 
But what good is that when you live in hell on earth? 
 
From the very fear that makes you want to die 
Is just the same as what keeps you alive 
It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth 
 
Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves 
Of all these demons haunting us 
To keep us company 
 
Won't it be odd to be happy like we 
Always thought we're supposed to feel 
But never seem to be 
 
Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs 
My hands were tied and the phone was bugged 
Another died and the world just shrugged it off...
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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				"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche
			 
		
		
		
		
		
	
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