Broken Bells - Medicine Lyrics
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Medicine
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What Are The Lyrics For Medicine By Broken Bells?
This ordinary room is turning
Into something of a prison, oh And the only thing we know for certain Is that don't nobody know You think all of this is real That's why you never try To get it down or will it up It's a shame Hoo, haha, hoo, haha Hoo, haha, hoo, haha Not another lonely evening When you stay you're not counting omens When the morning isn't so disturbing actually Just won't let it go You think cutting gives you license (license) To do anything at all (anything) But you got to take your medicine (medicine) To allow your hands to lose that grip and let it fall Hoo, haha, hoo, haha Hoo, haha, hoo, haha It's a wonder anyone can breathe you With a smoke too thick to cough So we fallin' as we run for cover From the bombs we're setting off You think cutting gives you license (license) To do anything at all (anything) But you got to take your medicine (medicine) To allow your hands to lose that grip and let it fall Hoo, haha, hoo, haha Hoo, haha, hoo, haha (allow your hands to lose that grip and let it fall) So we watch another good day fading How we gonna leave the hangman hanging Girl, one day you know it all melts in your breath Hoo, haha, hoo, haha Hoo, haha, hoo, haha Hoo, haha, hoo, haha |
Who Wrote Medicine By Broken Bells?
James Mercer, Brian Burton
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What's The Duration Of The Medicine By Broken Bells?The duration of Medicine is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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