Çevrimdışı

You come alive at quarter to three
You make haste for a taste
In the parking lot of misery
So down it goes, and up goes your need
So you're fine for the time.
But you're on the line, not in between

What can this stuff do to me?
Apothecary, some more of the same today
Fills that need

You're late again for chemistry class
You were up in the lab
With your chemical head in a flask

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