| Held on to hope like a noose, like a rope
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| God and medicine take no mercy on him
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| Poisoned his blood, and burned out his throat
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| Enough is enough, he’s a long way from home
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| Days of my youth wasted on a selfish fool
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| Who ran for the hills from the hand you were dealt
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| I flew far away, as far as I could go
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| Your time is running out
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| And I’m a long way from home
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| Laid up in bed, you were laid up in bed
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| Holding the pain like you’re holding your breath
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| I prayed you could sleep, sleep like a stone
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| You’re right next to me
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| But you’re a long way from home
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| Hospital gowns never fit like they should
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| We yelled at the nurse, didn’t do any good
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| More morphine, the last words you moaned
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| At last I was sure
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| That you weren’t far away from home |