Pick it up, pick it all up and start again. You've got a second chance, you could go home. Escape it all. It's just irrelevant. It's just medicine. You could still be what you want to, what you said you were when I met you. You've got a warm heart. You've got a beautiful brain but it's disintegrating from all the medicine. You could still be what you want to, what you said you were when I met you.
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