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He stopped by and I didn't even recognize
He looked shaky and sweaty and puffy and petrified
He said that thing in California is kind of compromised
I was hoping you'd help me
Man, I'm so sick of running

The doctors said that it was all in his head
Then they discovered the blood
Tried to duck out but we still got stuck
Like a sneaker in the Mississippi mud
Speeding through your story of guns and guts and glory
I'm hoping what you're saying is true
Dude you've got to slow down if you want me to save you

He jerked around when we joked about the runner's high
He said now that is one high I've never tried
He said that thing in California is kind of compromised
Someone must have said something
Man I'm so sick of running

The doctors said that it was all in his head
Then they discovered the blood
Tried to duck out but we still got stuck
Like a sneaker in the Mississippi mud
Prancing all around like some Kansas City clown
I'm praying what you're saying is true
Dude you've got to sit still if you want me to save you

So quickly from city to city
We never knew what state we were in
They got me at some hospital and made me take medicine
It rolled over me slowly and then it pretty much did me in
Warm water and the nurses just floating
When I came to in Houston
I felt absolutely nothing
No voices no visions
I feel absolutely nothing
No pressure no Jesus
No crashes no hassles
I remember a dream about you
Getting hit on the head
And left to bleed to death in the vestibule

And then it came true

The pills they prescribed they made me fragile and fried
I felt full body fuzzy then touchy
I want you to help me
Man, I'm so sick of running
Someone must have said something

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