| Through the night
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| You come and sit with me
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| Hold my hand
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| When I’m unsettled and I cannot sleep
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| You are my medicine
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| Heart of gold
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| And patience of a saint
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| Company
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| When the ward is quiet and the hour’s late
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| You are my medicine
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| Like a ghost
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| In your reality
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| Slipping through
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| Unseen walls and boundaries
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| From dreams and memories
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| Please be brave
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| If I forget your name
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| Though it hurts
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| My childhood friend I can see those tears
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| You should take your medicine
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| Broke my heart
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| When my wife crashed the car
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| State of shock
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| I saw the wreckage and I saw the fire
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| No one made it clear
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| Yet she’s here
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| Returned from the loss
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| Overcome
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| So confused I talk about it all day long
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| Taking my medicine
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| It’s not safe
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| In this sanctuary
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| I’m immune
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| Someone is trying to poison me
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| Changing my medicine
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| Turn your back
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| And walk out through the door
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| Spit them out
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| I throw the pills across the floor
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| I’m taking my medicine
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| Nothing left
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| They ignore my every plea
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| I am scared
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| Oh why have you abandoned me?
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| I don’t know who to believe
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| Late at night
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| When I realise I am lost
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| So alone
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| I cannot stop these helpless thoughts
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| What will become of me?
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| Locked away
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| There is no escape
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| No way out
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| Will I ever breathe the open air?
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| Or see my home again?
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| Can’t give up
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| The stubborn voice of will
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| Tries to fight
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| And find some hope where there is no hope
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| I’ve given everything
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| I collapse
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| My resistance has run down
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| Half closed eyes
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| Exhausted I’ve worn myself out
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| Drifting out of your reach
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| Stay awhile
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| Every afternoon
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| Passing time
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| By ourselves down the hall
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| In the piano room
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| We sit close
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| And try to find a tune
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| We get lost
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| In the stillness of the shimmering noons
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| Hoping a spark will bloom
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| From the depths
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| Childhood memories
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| Come to life
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| Feel the past resurfacing
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| Washing over me
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| Held in awe
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| In this reverie
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| Close to god
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| And bliss and rapture and I can’t believe
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| The wonders I have seen
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| Bittersweet
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| Too real to be a dream
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| I’m back home
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| I’n Danesfield, Dublin 1943
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| In the heart of my family
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| Mother, dear
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| You who worship me
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| Mother, dear
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| I will do your bidding obediently
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| And take my medicine
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| Flood of tears
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| I sob against your chest
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| Oh my son
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| I thought that you were someone else
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| Taking my medicine
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| Brings me back
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| To when my father died
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| Where I stood
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| Gave away beneath me in a landslide
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| Taking my medicine
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| By your side
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| I looked into his eyes
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| And we cried
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| We both knew it had come to this time
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| Taking his medicine
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| You should go
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| This may be the last time
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| Hold my hand
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| And kiss my forehead as you say goodbye
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| Take your medicine
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| I love you
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| That’s something you can keep
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| In your heart
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| Now I must sleep this sweet and dreamless sleep
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| And take my medicine
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| You can’t bring me back
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| No matter what you try
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| I’m never coming back
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| No matter how much you hope I can return
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| You can’t bring me back
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| No matter what you try
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| I’m never coming back
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| No matter how hard you pray I can return
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| You can’t bring me back
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| No matter what you try
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| I’m never coming back
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| I can never return |