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I would hold you if it would stop you from shakingAnd I'd chase those demons away from your roomSister, rest your poor, broken heartIs there a miracle drug that I can getSo they can make you better?Last night, my girl snapped most of my 45sShe had a red letter in her handAnd it's filled her head with such fearsBut she doesn't understandWhen she tells me not to come hereSomeone's got to lift you upSo that they can never tear you down againSomeone's got to lift you upSo they can never break you down againIs there a miracle drug that I can getSo they can make you better?A club-footed king is no disasterBut what of a queen who's lost her head?I want to tear out their eyesWhen they look at you and laughI don't know how we'll pay these hospital billsI don't think we can pay these hospital billsI don't see how we can pay these hospital billsI don't think we can pay these hospital bills From Letras Mania