So tell me how you feel about your medicine
Hold your head, feel your paranoia
Sweet sixteen from the skit song
So tell me how you feel about your medicine
Hold your head in a sudden song
Sweet black smoke with the poison
Hey, come on, everybody do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical
So tell me how you feel about your medicine
Hold your head, feel your paranoia
Running down the street from a murky troll
So tell me how you feel now you're the only one
Hold your head in a sudden song
Sweet black smoke on the crooked ground
Hey, come on, everybody do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical
Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical
Hey, come on, everybody do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical
Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical
Miss America
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