Soda Pop

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It's not going to kill you to take, one more
Obsessive thoughts tricking my mind into just, one more
Desperate urges craving the high of just, one more
The pounding headaches, dry mouth, shaking tendencies
To fight against just, one more

One more
Is all it takes
To adapt a bad habit
That could be a preventable mistake
And for that... I ache
And I take
And I break
And I make
One more
Decision...

It's just me myself and I, and one more
Never felt more alive with just, one more
Never felt like I could live without, one more
Constantly battling screwing off the cap
To take... one more

Sip...

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