The Cure by Mae
When you'll come back home again
Weary from the fight
I will nurse your wounds and I'll
release you from your weights
You must be hungry and
There's blood upon your hands
So please come in and I will cure your fever
Why don't you rest your head
You long for warmth I bet
You needn't worry of a thing when I'm near
(He's the cure)
I'm the cure
I'm the cure
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