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Downer

Downer, what’s your rhyme?
With your aspirin scent
Don’t waste your time
Nothing gets me down
I’m feeling good and my mind’s clear

He’s my medicine
My antidote, the cure for everything
Nothing can bring me down
I’ve got a smile that can take on anything

Downer, what’s your rhyme?
With the joys you ruin
Just move along, you look like a mess
Your brand image is fading

Not feeling great? What’s wrong? (Everything’s fine!)
Not feeling great? (Really, really good!)
What’s wrong? (Everything’s fine!)
Not feeling great? (Really, really good!)
What’s wrong? (Everything’s fine!)
Not feeling great! (Everything’s fine!)
What’s wrong?

He’s my medicine
His love is the cure for everything
Downer, I’m putting you in your place
In your game, you’ve got no cards left

Downer, you’ve lost your edge
I’m sending you back to your abyss
You’ve got nothing left to show off
I’m feeling good and my mind’s clear

Downer, what’s your rhyme?
With the joys you ruin
Just move along, you look like a mess
Your brand image is fading

Downer, I’m putting you in your place
With your aspirin scent...