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Legs crossed on the carpetIn the presence of where you left meWith the (?) blue glow from the TVAnd my glasses are so filthyI can barely see what's in front of meAnd the heater's broke in my roomAnd the bathroom tile has got my legs bruisedFrom the nights I sitAll these nights I spit out my insidesAnd sink in my eyes, oh, ohSo I walked to his doorThough he knows I'm dirt poorSaid, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"So I walked to his doorThough he knows I'm dirt poorSaid, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"So let me paint a picture of my placeSince the last time that I've seen your faceI stay up with lights off'Til the white turns red and my lungs just stopSongtexteAnd I don't sleep, slow my heart beatEvery weekend, no, few times a weekCan't blame you, but I want toSo I walked to his doorThough he knows I'm dirt poorSaid, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"So I walked to his doorThough he knows I'm dirt poorSaid, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"Yeah, I spend more time on my kneesThan a slutty girl or a pious priestAnd I'm done depending on my broken feetSlowed down heart and its off time beatSo I walked to his doorThough he knows I'm dirt poorSaid, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?"(Spanish gibberish) Aus Songtexte Mania