You can find another country if you want
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Somewhere you can hide yourself away
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Find yourself another set of holes to haunt
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Get yourself another debt that you can't pay
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Yeah, you can try to run for cover everywhere
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Add another letter to your name
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Burn everything you ever used to wear
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Get yourself another lover that looks the same
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But sometimes it's the medicine itself that makes the pain
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Well, you can always make another move again
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Another set of keys, a different town
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And you can try to lose yourself in them
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'Till the truth it catches up and cuts you down
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'Cos sometimes it's the medicine itself that makes the pain
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And you can always hide the wreckage that you come from
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But every new disguise is just another lie to run from.
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You can only try to fool yourself so long
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With any kind of measure you can find
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'Cos every phony pleasure you've been on
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Has lifted off and left the pain behind.
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'Cos sometimes it's the medicine itself that makes the pain
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Medicine
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Del Amitri |