[Maybe some creative license here with the lyrics, but House's head is a mess, reality and the song blending together. This feels like his life right now. This song is the only thing that matters apart from the eyes and the Vicodin. And god does he want his Vicodin.]
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[Maybe some creative license here with the lyrics, but House's head is a mess, reality and the song blending together. This feels like his life right now. This song is the only thing that matters apart from the eyes and the Vicodin. And god does he want his Vicodin.]