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It’s a bad day.
It’s a train ride.
It’s a bad day.
You’re my medicine
It’s a snow day.
It’s a full moon.
It’s a snow day.
When’d you get down to my bones?
Where’ll I find that wishing stone?
The beads, the records,
All the calls, and the drinks alone.
First by mind, then by music you’ll make this all less confusing.
It’s a slow dive down,
A fast distraction,
A strange fall forward
My lame reaction.
It’s a bad day.
It’s a long ride.
It s a bad day.
You’re my medicine
It’s a sinking feeling,
Pulls me through the seat of chairs.
When will you come rescue me,
Find solace, and then take me there?
You’ll say, ’you re not too tired for this life,
And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.
You’re not too tired for this life, and
It’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice. ’
When’ d you get down to my bones?
Where’ ll I find that wishing stone?
The beads, the records, all the calls, and the drinks alone.
It’s a bad day.
Two miles to go.
It’s a bad day.
You’re my medicine
You’ll say, ’you’re not too tired for this life,
And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice
You’re not too tired for this life, and it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.
You’re not too tired for this life, and it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.
If you fall down, if you fall down.’
You’re my medicine x4
My medicine.
My medicine.
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