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Maybe you're dressed in your Blue Oyster Cult T-shirt
Or maybe you're crumbling somewhere with a beer in your hand
Or maybe you're laying back on a lawn chair somewhere watching
Contrails disappear from the sky

Whiskey, painkillers, and speed
Will carry me there
Because it could be
That I could lose my mind
And have it caught somehow suspended in a constant thought of you

Maybe you're living in a row house
Surrounded and aligned next to a hundred others
With streets that run in parallel line
Two stores of brick covered in white trim
Surrounded by ivy and grass
Or maybe you're living in an apartment somewhere
And like myself, slowly losing your fucking mind

Whiskey, painkillers, and speed
Will carry me there
Because it could be that I could lose my sight
But have it caught somehow suspended in a constant vision of you
Maybe you're dressed in your Blue Oyster Cult T-shirt   Or maybe you're crumbling somewhere with a beer in your hand   Or maybe you're laying back on a lawn chair somewhere watching   Contrails disappear from the sky      Whiskey, painkillers, and speed   Will carry me there   Because it could be   That I could lose my mind   And have it caught somehow suspended in a constant thought of you      Maybe you're living in a row house   Surrounded and aligned next to a hundred others   With streets that run in parallel line   Two stores of brick covered in white trim   Surrounded by ivy and grass   Or maybe you're living in an apartment somewhere   And like myself, slowly losing your fucking mind      Whiskey, painkillers, and speed   Will carry me there   Because it could be that I could lose my sight   But have it caught somehow suspended in a constant vision of you
 
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