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Hand out the drugs The city is hurting If only for a while Make us come alive There's no control Of people that is longing We're doing what we're told Pressed down in a hole Rest assured There is no ways around the anger It's no time to be a stranger So that's the way you call us home Guaranteed a nervous breakdown Promise us we're gonna make it And then break it Hand out the drugs The city is hurting If only for a while Make us come alive There's no control Of people's longing We're doing what we're told Pressed down in a hole So that's the way you call us home Guaranteed a nervous breakdown Promise us we're gonna make it And then break it, ooh Hand out the drugs The city is hurting If only for a while Make us come alive There's no control Of people's longing We're doing what we're told Pressed down in a hole
Writer(s): Christian Dick Michelle Berg, Nicklas Karl Stenemo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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