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I’m Cured - Aimee Mann
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I’m Cured Aimee Mann

I’m Cured - Aimee Mann
I miss your breath
Labored and wheezing
Choked up with phlegm

I miss the times we stayed in bed all day
You swore over the phone to your boss
You'd never felt this way

You called me the cold
But you're the one who froze out me
And trapped me in a hazmat vial in the basement of the CDC

How can you let me go?
After all that we've been through?
They tell me now that I've been cured
But not from loving you

You called me common
Flu-like or the croup
You tried to drown me
With chicken soup

You passed me around
Like a 10-cent whore
But every 4-6 months
I came back for more
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