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Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes lookin’ down,
Blood lines, bubble in my cup, think I'm fizzin’ out,
Well, I don't hear the sound as I'm reachin’ out to you,
I'm not lookin’ for the fix that I got used to.

I get a little,
I get a little,
I get a little,
Rusty.

So won't you spare me some time,
Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine?
When nothin’ that we do is fine,
Every high we get the lie that says the waters turned into wine,
Well, I've been twistin’ out, I've been twistin’ out the screws,
And I'm not lookin’ for the fix that I got used to.

I get a little,
I get a little,
I get a little,
Rusty.

I get a little,
I get a little,
I get a little,
Rusty.

(And what you say to me, somethin’ else)
Chasin’ rabbits down holes as the church ain't watchin’ me,
The yellow brick road to know where I know is where I go,
Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road lead to nowhere before...

I get a little,
I get a little,
I get a little,
Rusty/

I get a little,
I get a little,
I get a little,
Rusty.

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