paroles de chanson Medicine - Bunnies With Knives
Some
people
are
a
lot
like
clouds,
you
know
(Clouds,
you
know;
clouds,
you
know)
'Cause
life's
so
much
brighter
when
they
go
You
rained
on
my
heart
for
far
too
long
(Far
too
long)
Couldn't
see
the
thunder
for
the
storm
Because
I
cut
my
teeth
and
bit
my
tongue
Till
my
mouth
was
dripping
blood
But
I
never
dished
the
dirt,
just
held
my
breath
While
you
dragged
me
through
the
mud
I
don't
know
why
I
tried
to
save
you
'cause
I
can't
save
you
from
yourself
When
all
you
give
a
shit
about
is
everybody
else
And
you
just
can't
quit,
why
don't
you
deal
with
it?
I
think
it's
time
to
stop
You
need
a
taste
of
your
own
medicine
'Cause
I'm
sick
to
death
of
swallowing
Watch
me
take
the
wheel
like
you,
not
feel
like
you
Act
like
nothing's
real
like
you
So,
I'm
sorry
for
this
It
might
sting
a
bit
Some
people
are
a
lot
like
clouds,
you
know
(Clouds,
you
know;
clouds,
you
know)
'Cause
life's
so
much
brighter
when
they
go
And
I
spent
too
long
in
a
place
I
don't
belong
I
couldn't
see
the
thunder
for
the
storm
But
you
won't
admit,
why
don't
you
get
a
grip?
'Cause
you
can't
keep
going
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
like
this
And
you
just
can't
quit,
why
don't
you
deal
with
it?
I
think
it's
time
to
stop
You
need
a
taste
of
your
own
medicine
'Cause
I'm
sick
to
death
of
swallowing
Watch
me
take
the
wheel
like
you,
not
feel
like
you
Act
like
nothing's
real
like
you
So,
I'm
sorry
for
this
It
might
sting
a
bit
'Cause
I
cut
my
teeth
and
bit
my
tongue
Till
my
mouth
was
dripping
blood
But
I
never
dished
the
dirt,
just
held
my
breath
While
you
dragged
me
through
the
mud
Yeah,
I
cut
my
teeth
and
bit
my
tongue
Till
my
mouth
was
dripping
blood
But
I
never
dished
the
dirt,
just
held
my
breath
While
you
dragged
me
through
the
mud
And
you
just
can't
quit,
why
don't
you
deal
with
it?
I
think
it's
time
to
stop
You
need
a
taste
of
your
own
medicine
'Cause
I'm
sick
to
death
of
swallowing
Watch
me
take
the
wheel
like
you,
not
feel
like
you
Act
like
nothing's
real
like
you
So,
I'm
sorry
for
this
It
might
sting
a
bit
Taste
of
your
own
medicine
(Taste
of
your
own
medicine)
Yeah,
I'm
sick
to
death
of
swallowing
(Sick
to
death,
ooh)
Watch
me
take
the
wheel
like
you,
not
feel
like
you
Act
like
nothing's
real
like
you
So,
I'm
sorry
for
this
It
might
sting
a
bit
Some
people
are
a
lot
like
clouds,
you
know
(Clouds,
you
know;
clouds,
you
know)
'Cause
life's
so
much
brighter
when
they
go
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