"I went to see the doctor
He said you're pretty sick
You got some real bad habits
You'd better stop right quick
I said doctor that's real bad news
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Doctor
There's nothin' wrong with me
Doctor doctor
Can't you see
Doctor
I ain't gonna die
Just write me an alibi
I went to see a shaman
He said you'll be alright
Just keep doin' what you love
Every single night!
I said that's I need to hear
Took away my childish fears."
This is prophylaxis, a practiced absence, a safer distance. He is a fine clinician to diagnose this, a sound decision. This is a family practice, it's anesthetic, it's nonreactive. This is a termination, a fine resemblance, but no relation.
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sexta-feira, maio 27, 2011
sábado, novembro 06, 2010
doctor, doctor
"I won't be the one you like
I won't be the boy next door
I won't be the chosen one
That's not what I'm here for
I don't like the way you are
I despise what you hold dear
Don't you try to make me change
I'll haunt you for a thousand years!"
I won't be the boy next door
I won't be the chosen one
That's not what I'm here for
I don't like the way you are
I despise what you hold dear
Don't you try to make me change
I'll haunt you for a thousand years!"
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