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Scaevola's Fire
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Query for the Apothecary
Turn me to an ostrich And I'll leave my eggs behind I'll see the stars above me And focus on the sky
So please, Fill my cup Your potions, mix them up See, my bile's black And I've had enough
Grab your herbs I need more than words See, the way I've been Is more than absurd
Can you cure me Apothecary?
Turn me to an eagle And I'll gaze unto the sun Soar away from my mind Or at least the things it's done
I felt my demise That sat in disguise As the problems of every day
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My head in the sand The reigns in your hand And only you may allay
So please, Fill my cup Your potions, mix them up See, my bile's black And I've had enough
Grab your herbs I need more than words See, the way I've been Is more than absurd
So please, Fill my cup Your potions, mix them up See, my bile's black And I've had enough
Grab your herbs I need more than words See, the way I've been Is more than absurd
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