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Too busy getting stoned



              To know



       How to get home



       Cant you tell its safe here Im here



       Waiting for you.



       The operators are standing by    



       As the world will watch you fall



              To pieces



      



       You do it for fun



(you were cooler off drugs)



       You do it when youre drunk



(Now I understand what he meant when he said)



       Dick, youre a dick



       A pot head in your own right.



       Staying online till late at night



       And forgetting what you just said



       As I lay it all out on the table







       Cut it up



       Cut it out



       Cut it down



       Here to help-



       You drown me out.







       This will lead to things



       Id never seen in you



       If anyone knows, its me



       But youre







       Too busy getting stoned



              To know



       What lifes put me through



       Here to help you (Ill wait



       For you to call again)



       Leave your phone number at the front desk..







       Cos I know







       You do it for fun



(you were cooler off drugs.)



       You do it when youre drunk



(dont know all the pain you cause.)



       But you know.



       Youre not the only one



With something youre running



              From.