Fever Dreams

Huckin up green gobs and livin on cough drops
And sweating myself to sleep
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh oh

Orange juice and ear drops and antibiotics
And generally just a wasting away
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh oh

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Wanna go home, or I can just lay down
On the cold concrete kitchen floor
Man I hate this so I just can't shake it
This is not something I could call my manager for

Fluid in my lungs
Spots on my goddamn tongue
And I swear to God
I can't breathe, I can breathe
Oh God I can't breathe

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