Tylonol is the remedy of the body
Love is the Tylonol of the heart
But my prescription's run dry
And withdrawal's tearing me apart
Addicted to the color red
Tears drown live senses
Hand me my syringe
Inject my heart's defenses
Doped with all that love
Committed to have more
Without a good supply
My body will go sore
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