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• Artiste: Absent Akridge
• Titre: But I'm Your Best Customer
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Legs crossed on the carpet In the presence of where you left me With the (?) blue glow from the TV And my glasses are so filthy I can barely see what's in front of me And the heater's broke in my room And the bathroom tile has got my legs bruised From the nights I sit All these nights I spit out my insides And sink in my eyes, oh, oh So I walked to his door Though he knows I'm dirt poor Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more? Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?" So I walked to his door Though he knows I'm dirt poor Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more? Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?" So let me paint a picture of my place Since the last time that I've seen your face I stay up with lights off 'Til the white turns red and my lungs just stop And I don't sleep, slow my heart beat Every weekend, no, few times a week Can't blame you, but I want to So I walked to his door Though he knows I'm dirt poor Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more? Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?" So I walked to his door Though he knows I'm dirt poor Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more? Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?" Yeah, I spend more time on my knees Than a slutty girl or a pious priest And I'm done depending on my broken feet Slowed down heart and its off time beat So I walked to his door Though he knows I'm dirt poor Said, "Doctor, can you prescribe me something more? Doctor, can you prescribe me something more?" (Spanish gibberish)