Gave my love 2,000 yesterdays
Nothing is wrong
I am always a little late
Probably will probably won't
Get this disease cut out of my throat
All of a sudden
You come my way
Baby believer
I won't be saved by morning after
Struggling my name slave turned to master
Edge of my bed
Benzedrine telephone
Struggling to speak
I am sicker than the sickest dog
Falling faster than a liar's grin
We need to be saved from the shit we're in
I believe in you I have found the perfect way
To bring me down
I won't be saved by morning after
Struggling my name slave turned to master
Slave turned to master
Nothing is wrong
I am always a little late
Probably will probably won't
Get this disease cut out of my throat
All of a sudden
You come my way
Baby believer
I won't be saved by morning after
Struggling my name slave turned to master
Edge of my bed
Benzedrine telephone
Struggling to speak
I am sicker than the sickest dog
Falling faster than a liar's grin
We need to be saved from the shit we're in
I believe in you I have found the perfect way
To bring me down
I won't be saved by morning after
Struggling my name slave turned to master
Slave turned to master
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