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Thursday, April 11, 2019

placebo girl

You think she is.
but she isn't you know.
You think she isn't -
except for the glow
you couldn't have feel
if it's not real
but whether you're in
or out of control,

you don't know

placebo?
no placebo girl
you don't know
if she is or she isn't
real
- oh, she's real alright
like a sugar pill. But
there's no real sugar
in those, now though.
placebo no placebo
girl

she makes the world
feel dangerous
experimental in effect
the real best medicine you get
is no laughing matter of fact.
It's hope. That's
what gets us

through this act

placebo?
no placebo girl
you don't know
if she is or she isn't
real
- oh, she's real alright
like a sugar pill. But
there's no real sugar
in those, now though.
placebo no placebo
girl

some sadist in a cotton smock
somewhere must know what's in your love
while I'm here feeling so damn fine
I hope it's not just tricked-out
state of mind

placebo?
no placebo girl
you don't know
if she is or she isn't
real
- oh, she's real alright
like a sugar pill. But
there's no real sugar
in those, now though.
placebo no placebo
girl

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