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Medicine for Melancholy
Let the pouring rain wash away my blues
Let the glasses of wine inebriate my heart
Let your could shoulder interfere with my eyes
Tonight is the breaking point, black and white
Medicine for melancholy
The first glasses of Médoc sour my tongue
The latter make my veins numb
Your body is close but miles away is your soul
Jazz playing in my head
The opera trumpets raising the goosebumps
Silence strokes in confusing the river flow
Let me hold your hand, let your innocence reborn
I don’t think I’ve been in love before
Play me a song where I can erase your touch
The kind of touch which you haven’t done
Because, I can’t seem to break through your steel wall
Give me some of that medicine for melancholy…
