Three in the morning, got ya screaming at the walls
Can’t close your eyes, room won’t stop spinning at all
Quit getting highs can’t quit getting them lows
Pills they give you, they gonna steal your soul

Left with the bottle I tear myself limb from limb
Till I don’t care if I breathe at all
Doctor find you low down broken all around
But he got something child sure to cure it all

Try not to take it, you ain’t never gonna sleep at all
Your skin is not your own, mind won’t let you alone
You let them in, they own you, simple problems are all gone
The devil in the doctor, gonna love you till the money is gone

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