Metaphysical Import/Export
He took me to the hospital
And laid me down to rest
He would find the treatment
Try not to move he said
Trust me
Do I not have gentle eyes
Trust me
Do you not hear my soothing voice
I woke up feeling drunk
Like my head was underground
And my friendly doctor greeted me
With his friendly smile
And laid me down to rest
He would find the treatment
Try not to move he said
Trust me
Do I not have gentle eyes
Trust me
Do you not hear my soothing voice
I woke up feeling drunk
Like my head was underground
And my friendly doctor greeted me
With his friendly smile
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Writer(s): Robert Barker, Jonathan Longrigg, John Harrison, Alex Cole
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