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Hail The Sun - Eight-Ball, Coroner's Pocket Lyrics

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  • Fictional physician
  • I get a large euphoria from such a small formula
  • Yeah, yeah
  • A little paper on the side will be my ticket to ride
  • Yeah, yeah
  • Heavy feeling
  • Refill my way to the sky
  • Happy feeling
  • Replacing doubt in my mind
  • Doctor's orders: take some more
  • I'm hearing knocks at the door
  • Meddling family, go home
  • I feel much less than before
  • So what? (Because it)
  • Now what? (Is an axe)
  • Meddling family, stay away
  • Meddling family, go, go, go
  • Doctor, your patients are here
  • Hey, across the counter
  • You'll quiet down as I slowly get louder
  • Cancer, coma, panic, pills
  • It just doesn't matter
  • I swallow blackouts
  • Ahh
  • Formula helping us formulate
  • I still picture
  • All of what happened the day I got locked in my head
  • (Soma)
  • (Soma) Just get a script
  • (Someone) Needs medicine
  • (Silenced) Up 'til the end
  • (Soma) Just get a script
  • (Someone) Needs medicine
  • (Silenced) Up 'til the end
  • (So long)
  • And I'm losing my patients
  • I'm losing my patients
  • I'm losing my patients
  • I'm losing my, I'm losing my
  • Now I've lost all my patience
  • I've lost all my patience
  • I've lost all my patience
  • I'm losing my, I'm losing my

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