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Intro

 I met her down at the apothecary

 Her sad sad eyes, the burden she carried

 Oh darling, try this one if you need a friend

I've got the cure for the shape that you're in

 When you met me you were numb from the voice in your head

 Conspiracy delusions that your boyfriend kept fed

 I swear I want nothing, just give me your hand

I've got the cure for the shape that you're in

 With her saccharine luster, she's a hard little pill

 But she eased me and taught my hands to be still

 Just once in the morning, and evening again

She had the cure for the shape I was in

 I met her down at the apothecary

 Her sad sad eyes, the burden she carried

 Oh darling, try this one if you need a friend

I've got the cure for the shape that you're in

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Just repeat chords from last verse]

 All delusions of grandeur, they've long left my head

 As I gave up the notion that I've been well bred

 First she shot me with Whiskey, then chased me with Gin

 But swore I was the cure for the shape she was in

 Then she left me here reeling with that time-release feeling

 Like a long wisp of hunger, I swung from the ceiling

 So if you see me down at the apothecary again

 I can't find a cure for the shape that I'm in.

 I met her down at the apothecary

 Her sad sad eyes, the burden she carried

 Oh darling, try this one if you need a friend

I've got the cure for the shape that you're in

I've got the cure for the shape that you're in