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Eight-Ball, Coroner’s Pocket - Hail the Sun
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Eight-Ball, Coroner’s Pocket Hail the Sun

Eight-Ball, Coroner’s Pocket - Hail the Sun

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

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)

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