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Bad Medicine

Searching for spirits untold Held captive by something so bold Begging to please, to be set free To take away the grips That were once pretty Seeing the world in black and white Living in a slum of grey But the spirits take her from day to day Something religious and something evil Can fool the mind To find it gleeful Insanity perches on its brink The world ending in a song of drink

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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