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Will you fix me with your heart of gold
And she comes with paper cuts and all
But she's just what I've been looking for
Will you be my little quick fix
'Cause I just dealt with sick shit
My last thing ended quick, quick
So I've got no one to sit with
If you were wanting to come through
I don't need you, you don't need me
I let you know before you leave
That all I need's a bag of weed
Just something chill, some company
When everything gets serious
I just get delirious and blue
So let's patch up all our problems
With band-aids and some shots of
Or whatever we've got lots of
'Cause we're both going through it
So we should probably do it
I know the day you leave me we'll be better off believe me