The Insufficient

If only this drug could set me free
I do realize the big machine wont let me go
So come sleep with demons
What matter does it make?
We are all in this together
I never said it'll be fine
Why is it always on my shoulder to carry us
I never wished you were gone until you were
If only this drug could set me alive
I'd realize whats missing?
So come play
Jesus, what matter does it make
I never said it



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Writer(s): ómar Emilsson
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