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He took me to the hospital
And laid me down to rest
He would find the treatment
Try not to move he said

Trust me
Do I not have gentle eyes
Trust me
Do you not hear my soothing voice

I woke up feeling drunk
Like my head was underground
And my friendly doctor greeted me
With his friendly smile