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Oh Mr. Medicine I’m going to right you a love songAnd oh sweet heroine come and take me home And oh you’ve done me wrong and again And oh the trouble we’ve been inOh misty mountain man cutting down the tallest treesAnd the burn the rest around as if it were a diseaseOh the earth is growing oldOh the lies that we have toldOh mystic native land, roam the west since you were bornAnd steal the cities lights when your children grow coldAnd run like you’ve never run before From places you have never knownOh Mr. Medicine you let me down to the floorAnd oh sweet cherubim come and take me homeWell oh, the earth is growing oldKnow, the lies that we have told. From Letras Mania