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I drew a figure with my finger in the window fog Fell asleep and wiped it out With the sleeve that I leaned on It’s been a long way home with winter coats Those school bus days Father smokes his cigarettes Mother cooks our meals And I’m mumbling, all rosy-cheeked Hoping someone hears Oh, it’s a silly sort of medicine It's a silly sort of medicine Something lingers after dinner I wait to see you smile I put one up to my chest and feel my mother’s hand on my hide She’s screaming, “Those things are no good They'll fill your lungs with soot They’ll put your mind at ease When they put you all to sleep And I just couldn’t bear to see you die” Oh, it’s a silly sort of medicine It's a silly sort of medicine Silly sort of medicine Oh, it's a silly sort of medicine From Letras Mania