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Medicine - The Sundays
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Medicine The Sundays

Medicine - The Sundays
[Verse 1]
Dig down to the earth here outside
Lose my mind in any way now
Don't be sad, we're only halfway there
Oh no, that's what I call home
You remember the hills we slithered down
"I'm not going anywhere"
You lied

[Chorus]
Hell on my own
Hell here on my own

[Verse 2]
And don't go imagining that time is medicine
Mark those days and swallow your pills
Proud of my wise head on young shoulders
Too bad there was nothing there at all

[Chorus]
Hell on my own
Hell here on my own

[Verse 3]
And it was such a really cold hand
I held as the wind sighed
"I'm not going and how could I lie?"
Just be glad 'cause there's no way back there
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