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How can I be drunk?<br>
You strike with dry poison<br>
I am possessed<br>
Still engaged in some kind of advanced shackling<br>
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Girl you got to find you the man who<br>
can smoke this out, Bad Medicine<br>
Girl you got to find you the man who<br>
can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say -<br>
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You got you a fast horse darlin'<br>
But all you do is complain it ain't a maserati.<br>
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis<br>
but your mama ain't New York she is pure<br>
Tennessee<br>
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On a desrt High-way<br>
I am struck by my own rage<br>
Time-bomb in his palm a finger-apple<br>
augments this advanced shackling<br>
<br>
Girl you got to find you the man who<br>
can smoke this out, Bad Medicine<br>
Girl you got to find you the man who<br>
can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say -<br>
<br>
You got you a fast horse darlin'<br>
but all you do is complain it ain't a maserati.<br>
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis<br>
but your mama ain't New York she is pure<br>
can't you see your mama ain't New York<br>
she is pure Tennessee<br>
Tennessee<br>
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<i>[Thanks to Hannah for these lyrics]</i><br>

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