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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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