Humble lady
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Now that medicine's my art
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Medicine is art
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It toughens up default
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Humble lady
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Now that medicine's my art
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Medicine is art
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It toughens up default
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Different characters the same
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Some just do it with poise
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I could do it again
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I could do it with poise
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Numbers, figures and lines
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All the misty-eyed cards
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About now I wish to stop
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The luster to wash it off
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Different characters the same
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Some just do it with poise
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I could do it again
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I could do it with poise
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Numbers, figures and lines
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All the misty-eyed cards
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About now you scrape the tops
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Just shake it, it's all you got
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Let us in and who belongs to his mother?
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The robe fits tight
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My hands were wide with spots unworn
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And no, no, no
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Let us in, remain until you notice how
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The robe fits tight
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You shouldn't have gone so far from here
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And no more medicine in me
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Different characters the same
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Some just do it with poise
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I could do it again
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I could do it with poise
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Numbers, figures and lines
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All the misty-eyed cards
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Quit Doin' It
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| Mates Of State |
