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Cold Turkey

I am low and I am crying
I am sweating full of fear
I am watching that clock
My time draws ever near

She wears a pristine uniform
She's efficiency and charm
And she slides that blessed
Needle right into my arm

I can walk on water
I have second sight
I can speak with angels
I can run and fight

She wears a pristine uniform
I need the un-judging way
She brings me back to life
Three times every single day

There are spiders on my body
There are spiders in my mind
I am seeing whirling colours
Now I think I'm going blind

She wears a pristine uniform
I never know or see her name
Maybe she is more than one
Maybe they are all the same

I am twitching I am crying
I cannot even drink or feed
I am waiting for her coming
I am desperate with my need

She wears a pristine uniform
Heels that tap tap tap the floor
She is coming she is here
She enters through the door

I can fight with giants
Forget my craving past
I am David and Goliath
While this dosage lasts

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