Tonight i'm gonna let you something That you will never really be To talk to, when it becomes too haunting I know the medicines you need
And that feeling comes again Like I'm crawling in the dark That I can't stand being without you
I spent my last days in the bedroom I really didn't get the facts My brain's gone you're million miles away now I know the medicines I need
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