| You can find another country if you want
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| Somewhere you can hide yourself away
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| Find yourself another set of holes to haunt
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| Get yourself another debt that you can’t pay
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| Yeah, you can try to run for cover everywhere
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| Add another letter to your name
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| Burn everything you ever used to wear
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| Get yourself another lover that looks the same
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| But sometimes it’s the medicine
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| Sometimes it’s the medicine
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| Sometimes it’s the medicine itself that makes the pain
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| Well, you can always make another move again
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| Another set of keys, a different town
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| And you can try to lose yourself in them
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| Tell the truth, it catches up and cuts you down
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| 'Cos sometimes it’s the medicine
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| Sometimes it’s the medicine
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| Sometimes it’s the medicine itself that makes the pain
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| And you can always hide the wreckage that you come from
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| But every new disguise is just another lie to run from
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| You can only try to fool yourself so long
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| With any kind of measure you can find
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| 'Cos every phony pleasure you’ve been on
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| Has lifted off and left the pain behind
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| 'Cos sometimes it’s the medicine
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| Sometimes it’s the medicine
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| Sometimes it’s the medicine itself that makes the pain |