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Medicine
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dig down to the earth here outside
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lose my mind here any day now
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don't be sad, we're only half way there
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o no, that's what I call home
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you remember the hills we slithered down
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"I'm not going anywhere"
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you lied
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hell on my own
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hell here on my own
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and don't go imagining that time is medicine
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mark those days & swallow your pills
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proud of my wise head on young shoulders
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too bad there was nothing there at all
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hell on my own
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hell here on my own
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and it was such a really cold hand
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I held as the wind sighed
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"I'm not going & how could I lie?"
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just be glad there's no way back there
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I need another look at before
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though heaven knows how I'd ever
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make my way back there
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and I need another look at before
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although heaven knows how I'd ever
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make my way back there
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now I know it's hopeless
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and I realise it's nowhere
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hell here on my own
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Medicine
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| The Sundays |
