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• Artiste: John Mark McMillan
• Titre: The Medicine
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Driving by those trucker stops The cheap motels made of concrete rocks With a hole inside your chest The size of a city block And I remember the day When you said you weren't afraid to die I don't think your brave for it I just think your more afraid of being alive If I had the medicine I'd give you the medicine Cause I miss you son I'd bring you back home if I was the one But it's four and ten In the belly of the four AM And your staring down the weekend To silence the pain And I'm wide awake And there's blood on the promenade Here's to waking up with that stone between your ribs And you're lying down again You just pretend you don't know what it is When everyone around you says that you're not the one to blame for it But you're the only one feeling the pain for it So you're gonna take matters into your own hands If I had the medicine I'd give you the medicine Cause I miss you son I'd bring you back home if I was the one But it's four and ten In the belly of the four AM And your staring down the weekend To silence the pain And I'm wide awake And there's blood on the promenade