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Medicine man
well and ounce of your cure is worth a pure pound of prevention
so bring it over baby cuz i'm just about to crack - no joke
i'll buy us a bottle of bullet proof wine
you scrape up something to smoke
and you can talk me down easy baby please
you got to fix what's broke - no joke
i need me medicine baby
i need my medicine man
yeah you my medicine baby
you my medicine man
well i go out on the street walk up and down the avenue
just looking for something to do
most of the people i meet are just too good to be true
but that ain't me - and it sure ain't you
you're sweet you're sad
i want you so bad i can taste it
but baby make it quick cuz i'm sick of thinking with my head
feel the whole world turning on trouble and pain
enough to drive a girl insane
and there ain't no guarantee you and me
ain't gonna wake up dead
did you hear me when i said
i need my medicine baby
i need my medicine man
yeah you my medicine baby
you my medicine man
my medicine man
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