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I've been pouring medicine Out the bottles in my apartment Lie still, little metal pill Friend who makes me kill my relationships The pretty lady talked to me "Here, this will help you to see through the wool you wear" So she took my hand and, in my eyes, She looked and she sighed: "Two to kill your cares" The lights are dimming softly Maybe half a coffee now The whitecoat politicians Only want to bring you down Living in the psych wing It's the damndest thing if your head's on straight Doctor, why'd you have to shock her? Did you even try to talk her into coming home from midnight Haight? The lights are dimming softly Maybe half a coffee now The whitecoat politicians Only want to bring you down Hey! SongtexteBut if you want to make me happy You could let me take you home The night is beckoning so Why don't you call me on the phone? Yeah, call me on the phone Aus Songtexte Mania