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million dead - medicine lyrics

the day will come at a redrawing of the boundaries when pilsudski will rear his head in iberia,
because he’s been moving west for centuries,
creeping every time that mazzini turns in his grave.
and i have watched his drift with sallow skin and with longing for the western coasts where he would lay his head and get well.
for he has caught a disease that makes him bleed when breathing.
they sent him south for the cure to the sh-r-s of the starnbergersee.
so the day will come when i pack my things and move west into the setting sun,
because my strength has failed,
i am fading.
so will you till my fields and will you tend my sheep until i get back,
because i will be coming home,
my health restored.
and if josef can lose himself in the dark of the continent then surely there must be a way that i can cough up the last of the continent and lose myself.
nineteenth century science cannot soother my chest.
staggering through europe,
i keep on heading west.
my medicine is a setting sun.

- million dead lyrics

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