Saint Nicholas Day

It was a night in September when you told me
That you are much sicker than most people at twentythree
I started talking, should have listened to what you had to say
But when i don't understand things i just talk them away

And you're sick in your bones and your blood
It's so thick we hope it won't clot
And the doctors, they always seem out of touch
With the patients that have to swim through the mud

It was midday in December when i slipped on the ice
Which paved my way to your room where i called you name thrice
They told me that you were moved to a room down the hall
I couldnt stand, couldnt move so i just took a fall

Cause your sick in your bones and your blood
Its so thick they hope it won't clot
And your sown into your hospital bed
And your gown looks like a pretty dress
And you look like a princess
I will cure you with the might of a hundred princes

This has got to work
Cause i don't know how to make you better
This has got to work
Cause i don't know how to make you better
This has got to work



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