Came down with something
something new
unknown illness
can't eat
can't sleep
can't talk
can't think straight
head pounding
chest burning
unable to move
wanting to stay in bed all day
then you come
all better
no more sickness
a cure for my special
then when gone
a cloud is casted over me
raining down fever's and flu's
having a young one sing the blues
i need my cure back
for my special sickness
my very own illness
this love sickness
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