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Ventolin and Vivarin and primatine secret tequila shots and a patch of morphine in the morning and in the throes what a great day to come out of a coma I've been in the hot seat sweating it out oh sweating it out sweating it out sweating it out I touch the telephone it falls away I think they call it empathy but not this way I put my lips on the sound hole my tongue is finally warming but my brain is charcoal I've been in the hot seat sweating it out oh sweating it out sweating it out sweating it out not much later, fall out of favor pretty soon I know I'll do precisely what I wanted not to do Letras de canciones maybe I slipped up and learned a lesson to work my proclivity towards second guessing I was too naive and enthusiastic to keep my trap shut and my monkey in a motherfuckin' basket I've been in the hot seat sweating it out oh sweating it out sweating it out sweating it out From Letras Mania