Boys Night Out - Medicating Lyrics
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Medicating
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What Are The Lyrics For Medicating By Boys Night Out?
When you wake up to white walls and endless halls
There's an emptiness that echoes through it all So sit back in your bed, with your mind medicated And your senses stuck on the sick scent of the dead You can call for the doctor, it's all you've got anymore. He's the ticket to the life you had before. If I could just make them see that I don't need this. Doctor, doctor what am I here for? Can't you see that I don't need this place? I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all Is there a way we could maybe, through therapy, Find a way to rate and release me I just need to be outside, even if supervised Back to my job, back to my life Yes I know what I've done and I regret it every day If I could make things right, you know I'd find a way But when I wake up to these white walls And the endless halls of the hospital I get lost in the emptiness that echoes though it all Doctor, doctor what am I here for? Can't you see that I don't need this place? I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all Doctor I can't thank you enough Doctor you won't regret this Doctor, doctor what am I here for? Can't you see that I don't need this place? I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all |
Who Wrote Medicating By Boys Night Out?
Unknown Composer Author, Robert Werner
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What's The Duration Of The Medicating By Boys Night Out?The duration of Medicating is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
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