| I’ve seen cities in a hopeless light
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| Fithy, foul and silent
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| Children feverish and frightened
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| The disease at its desperate height
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| The plague was raging virulently
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| Spreading fast and violently
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| So when my help was called upon
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| I did what could be done
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| Fresh air, runnig water, rose pills
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| Are clearly displaying my skills
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| Keeping death at distance
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| Even if you doubt or disagree
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| You must admit that
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| My remedies did that
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| Poor man’s medication is just hope and pray
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| And I aim to cure but won’t refuse a decent pay
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| I’ve seen bodies polluting the streets
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| Being dumped into the river
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| Men so badly disfigured
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| Women wrapped in white winding sheets
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| The plague was raging virulently
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| Spreading fast and violently
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| An almost unwinnable war
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| How I wish that I could have done more
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| But fresh air, running water, rose pills
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| Are clearly not paying the bills
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| The road to independance
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| Isn’t paved with generosity
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| I’ll be serving the wealthy
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| The rich but unhealthy
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| By gold and pearls in ointments, cures for each disease
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| Beauty in a bottle, but no garantees |