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Dad's in the basement, I hear crying
He's not coming out, he's not even trying
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Sometimes she feels like
She's got nothing left to choose
And she feels she's at an all-time low
And she feels she's at an all-time low
Mom left the house without wearing panties
She needs her red wine, she needs her Xannies
Given the choice between feeling like this
And feeling nothing at all
She chooses nothing
She chooses nothing
She chooses nothing
Just take some pills
Just take some pills
Just take a blue one, an orange one, a white one
I don't want to feel
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Sometimes he feels like he's never going to win
And he feels she's at an all-time low
And he feels she's at an all-time low
Dad's in the basement, I hear crying
He's not coming out, he's not even trying
Given the choice between feeling like this
And feeling nothing at all
He chooses nothing
He chooses nothing
He chooses nothing
Just take some pills
Just take some pills
Just take a blue one, an orange one, a white one
I don't want to feel
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Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Demcak
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