Letra da Música: Medicine Magazines - Low

They'll never cure this thing
With medicine and magazines

I know you play your part
You cover up your ever-aching heart

No one knows where you are
And no one thought you'd ever
Get that far

And how can it be that fun
When everyone around you
Dies so young?

And I'm not your favorite one
But who will walk you out
When it's all done?