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They'll never cure this thing With medicine and magazines, ohh, ohh, ohh I know you play your part You cover up your ever aching heart, ohh, ohh No one knows where you are And no one thought you'd ever get that far, ohh, ohh And how can it be that fun When everyone around you dies so young? Ohh, ohh, ohh And I'm not your favorite one But who will walk you out when it's all done? Ohh, ohh, ohh |