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Turn me to an ostrich
And Iâll leave my eggs behind
Iâll see the stars above me
And focus on the sky
So please,
Fill my cup
Your potions, mix them up
See, my bileâs black
And Iâve had enough
Grab your herbs
I need more than words
See, the way Iâve been
Is more than absurd
Can you cure me
Apothecary?
Turn me to an eagle
And Iâll gaze unto the sun
Soar away from my mind
Or at least the things itâs done
I felt my demise
That sat in disguise
As the problems of every day
My head in the sand
The reigns in your hand
And only you may allay
So please,
Fill my cup
Your potions, mix them up
See, my bileâs black
And Iâve had enough
Grab your herbs
I need more than words
See, the way Iâve been
Is more than absurd
So please,
Fill my cup
Your potions, mix them up
See, my bileâs black
And Iâve had enough
Grab your herbs
I need more than words
See, the way Iâve been
Is more than absurd
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