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| Kings of Medicine
They're picking up pieces of me while they're picking up pieces of you
In a bag you will be before the day is over
Where you looking for somewhere to be or looking for someone to do?
Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you
And on the back of my hand were directions i could understand
Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker has gone and ruined all our plans
Our best made plans
Don't leave me here to pass through time without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light 'cause I
I wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the kings of medicine
They're picking up pieces of me while they're picking up pieces of you
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over
It's a case in point baby that you never thought it through
Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you
And on the tip of my tongue were words that always came out wrong
'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort and left to dry out in the sun
The noonday sun
Don't leave me here to pass through time without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light 'cause I
I wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their powers
Now all I'm left with is the hours
Don't leave me here
Don't leave me here... oh no
I wouldn't know where to begin
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