Chemo Love

August 30, 2012
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This love's got a hold on me like
radiation poisoning.
It leaves me breathless like a
doctor's X-ray machine.

I lie there asking
for some energy.
I got to get some kind of cure.
I'm begging you please.

Somebody help me up; It seems my knees have given out.
I can't help but want you here with me.
Babe, I know you think that you're the medicine.
But really you're the cancer and I need chemotherapy.

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