Remedy

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Jennifer Knapp - Pop

Remedy

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Lyrics

In my blood the sun of a Kansas sky Turn the Flint Hills gold And burn them dry O, the roads i had to take To make good my escape Tornado Alley, don't i know You well i shoulda known better Than to build my house in hell O, the bones i had to break To make my home in such a place I think i need a doctor With a shot to cure me Whisky or a bullet, please A shot to be my remedy You've be around my Neck so burdensome You say i've changed You rule what i've become O, the bones i had to break To fit into your perfect space I think i need a doctor With a shot to cure me Whiskey or a bullet, please A shot to be my remedy Vanity: you've been hard to track I wast my youth on you and i want It back O, the bones i've yet to break I'm growing old I need a home I need a cure to stop this pain I think i need a doctor With a shot to cure me Whiskey or a bullet please A shot to be my remedy

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Credits

Writers
  • Jennifer Knapp