Lyrics
driving by those trucker stops, the cheap motels, made of concrete rocks, with a hole inside your chest, the size of a city block, i remember the days, when you said you, weren't afraid to die, i don't think you're brave for it, i just think you're more, afraid of being alive, if i had the medicine, i'd give you the medicine, cause i miss you son, i'd bring you back home, if i was the one, but it's four and ten, in the belly of the four am, and you're staring down another, weekend, to silence the pain, and i'm wide awake, and there's blood, on the promenade, here's to waking up with that, stone between your ribs, and you're lying down again, you just pretend, you don't know what it is, when everyone around you says, that you're not the one, to blame for it, but you're the only one that's, feeling the pain for it, so you're gonna take matters into, your own hands yeah, if i had the medicine, i'd give you the medicine, cause i miss you son, i'd bring you back home if i was, the one, but it's four and ten, in the belly of the four am, and you're staring down, another weekend, to silence the pain, and i'm wide awake, and there's blood, on the promenade, if i had the medicine, i'd give you the medicine, cause i miss you son, i'd bring you back home if i was, the one, but it's four and ten, in the belly of the four am, and you're staring down, the weekend, to silence the pain, and i'm wide awake, and there's blood
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Artist: mcmillan, john mark