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Meds IDLES

Meds - IDLES
[Verse 1]
Jesus loves a trier
Call off the town crier
Clang that razor wire and
Medicate, meditate, medicate

Hide your crescent bruise
Shine your nation's shoes
Tie your owner's noose and
Medicate, meditate, medicate

Class guilt got me here
Smash pills, feel no fear
I came in from the rear to
Medicate, meditate, medicate

Drugs lost what I had found
Burnt friendships to the ground
Turn my frown upside down and
Medicate, meditate, medicate

Adorn that house within
Lather baby skin
Alleviate your kin, now that's what I call
Medication
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