And my girl keeps getting sicker and sicker.
Her skin is growing pale,
Her spirit starts to fail
While her lips are getting thinner and thinner.
The doctor said you're fine
While poison just got thicker and thicker.
I swear you were alright,
You'd already won the fight
While the poison just got bigger and bigger.
Look for the bright side,
Let's stay for the better times.
I'll keep you safe. And we'll sing.
The sky is growing grey as we begin another day,
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