Mates Of State

Mates Of State - Quit Doin' It lyrics

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Humble lady 



Now that medicine's my art 

Medicine is art 

It toughens up default 



Humble lady 



Now that medicine's my art 

Medicine is art 

It toughens up default 



Different characters the same 

Some just do it with poise 

I could do it again 

I could do it with poise 

Numbers, figures and lines 

All the misty-eyed cards 



About now I wish to stop 

The lusterd to wash it off 



Different characters the same 

Some just do it with poise 

I could do it again 

I could do it with poise 

Numbers, figures and lines 

All the misty-eyed cards 



About now you scrape the tops 

Just shake it, it's all you got 



Let us in and who belongs to his mother? 

The robe fits tight 

My hands were wide with spots unworn 

And no, no, no 



Let us in, remain until you notice how 

The robe fits tight 

You shouldn't have gone so far from here 

And no more medicine in me 



Different characters the same 

Some just do it with poise 

I could do it again 

I could do it with poise 

Numbers, figures and lines 

All the misty-eyed cards
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Language: English

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