a love doctor
I need a love M.D.
I've been sick ya'll
I've been sick ya'll
Bedridden
Bedridden
I need a prescription
Just right for me
A lot »
Love M.D.
Wild Streak
by Hank Williams, Jr.
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Straight-backed chair and a table
Where he sits when he's able
To walk over from bedridden misery
To record from his thoughts
On a worn out »
God's Own Singer
Burrito Deluxe
by The Flying Burrito Brothers
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and the fiction cruelly continuing:
Slick surrogate to get to the bottom of everything.
The detective sings, bedridden in the far west wing.
And all »
Morricone Dancehall
Identikit
by Burning Airlines
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Far away far away
Are not all lovely things far away
As far at least lies that valley
As the bedridden sun in the luminous east
The paralyzed »
The Valley of Unrest
The Raven
by Lou Reed
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born into this misery
Never knowing any reason why
Cowering on the dirty floor
Bed-ridden, beaten - every day
...under the seal of secrecy
eyes full »
Seal of Secrecy
Willenskraft
by Atrocity
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television.
Cathode sun ray skies, burn bed-ridden eyes,
Watch each other's eyes to make sure it's all right.
We'll stay up all night, we'll stay up all »
TV Girl
The Post Wave
by Blue Meanies
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turns the candle burns bed-ridden 'cause you have to
Sleeping all your days away 'cause waking hours scare you
How about a smile be the last thing that I »
Beach Music
Brand New Day
by The Watchmen
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of eternity bedridden but never sleeping
'Cause it's here where all the hope hides out to listen to the ancient beating
To listen to the ancient beating »
John Train's Blues
The Christine EP
by Simon Joyner
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chains break I'll be free
Children red with weeping and a howling bloodsmeared hound
Wrapped in bedridden saved a place for the weak
Across the burning »
Far Far North
Far Far North
by Einherjer
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bedridden
But just about ill
[Be not part of the accident]
You name it
I've done it
Don't go out
Don't go to bars
Check your pockets
It's probably »
Monarch
XC-NN
by XC-NN
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anybody in my wake gets scarred
Permanently bed-ridden
And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in
As I walk around the streets
Son I »
Q.U. -- Hectic
The Infamous
by Mobb Deep
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motive was to go back to his childhood home
While his mom was still living
It wasn't a house
More like an old mobile camper
Where she was bedridden »
Little Houdini
Li(f)e
by Sage Francis
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the game I be spitting
Be leaving these hoes sick, like they was bedridden
Stop hating, and learn how to share these hoes
These niggaz be taking classes, »
[Untitled Track]
The Anthem
by S.L.A.B.
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