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Текст (слова) песни: Cousteau - No Medication
Patience, hasty
You`ll race off the taste
Of these precious times
A scattered thing
Won`t pay you no mind
Tell me, slowly
They were the reasons
That was the war
The kind of hurt
Don`t hurt you no more
`Cause it`s easy
You`re leaving no feeling
Just remnants of revealing
Fragments of the truth
And it`s alright
If it`s all run by crazies
There`s small consolation
There`s no medication
For all of your blues...
Hungry, thirstin`
At a table that`s bursting
A privileged haul
Impressive things
Don`t take you no more
Loaded, shipwrecked
A cigarette, delicate
Like a lighted fuse
A sullen thing
A furious ruse
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