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Medicine Man lyrics
a meter milling maze
And the rest that we find sound
Will it find us on the bottom?
Will we find our way?
Will we fall apart useless machining the made?
Find that sleep that we've lost
Fair and tired living
Lives like little lifted leans
Shaking heads under the shade of them bright bright bright sweet pear trees
Mine is gone with the day
Never miss a beat never find a home
Mine is gone with all time, all time
Mother, father, brother sister, son daughter
We are the rabbit that let the fox lead us
Out in the sun with the cold war fever
Don't need to beg for your money just please don't eat us
Deaf like the big guns foaming
At the mouth, they're gnashing
Quiet like our words that roam and roll about
Will we find our loves lost?
Will we ever make it back?
Will we ever need more than the fill that we can get
Let's find that sleep that we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
a meter milling maze
And the rest that we find sound
Part of these releases
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- Track 9 on Get You a Healin'
- 8 Sugar Butt
- 10 Fit as a Fiddle
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