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THE PERISHERS - PILLS

I hope my smile can distract you
I hope my fists can fight for two
So it never has to show and you'll never know

I hope my love can blind you
I hope my arms can blind you
So you'll nerver have to see what we've grown to be

One may think we've alright
But be need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it througt the day
We're not ok

One may thyink we're doing fine
But if I hade to lay it on the line
We're losing ground with every passing day
We're not ok

But that's one thing I would never
One thing I would never
That's one thing I would never say to you