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Driving by those trucker stopsThe cheap motels made of concrete rocksWith a hole inside your chestThe size of a city blockAnd I remember the dayWhen you said you weren't afraid to dieI don't think your brave for itI just think your more afraid of being aliveIf I had the medicineI'd give you the medicineCause I miss you sonI'd bring you back home if I was the oneBut it's four and tenIn the belly of the four AMAnd your staring down the weekendTo silence the painAnd I'm wide awakeAnd there's blood on the promenadeHere's to waking up with that stone between your ribsAnd you're lying down againYou just pretend you don't know what it isWhen everyone around you says that you're not the one to blame for itBut you're the only one feeling the pain for itSo you're gonna take matters into your own handsLetras de cancionesIf I had the medicineI'd give you the medicineCause I miss you sonI'd bring you back home if I was the oneBut it's four and tenIn the belly of the four AMAnd your staring down the weekendTo silence the painAnd I'm wide awakeAnd there's blood on the promenade From Letras Mania