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Sick

from Dads by Really High

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It's cold. I can feel it in my bones, my teeth ache and break like icicles. And my head, is still burning. Sweat drips down my spine, change my shirt three times today and I'm still wet.
Four shots fired cast away these jaded memories of my heart's desires flushed away with every little pill I take. Everyday. Every single day I pray we won't die alone, we won't die.

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from Dads, released October 31, 2012

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