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I met her down
at the apothecary
with sad sad eyes
the burden she carried
oh darlin 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
the conspiracy delusions
that your boyfriend kept fed
oh i swear i want nothin
just give me your hand
i've got the cure for
the shape that you're in
your saccharin luster
is a hard little pill
she eats me to talk
like hands to be still
just once in the morning;
the evening again
she's got the cure for
the shape that i'm in
I met her down
at the apothecary
with sad sad eyes
the burden she carried
oh darlin try this one
if you need a friend
i've got the cure for
the shape that you're in
all delusions of grandeur
had long left my head
i split with the notion
that i've been well read
she shoots me with whiskey
and chases me with gin
she swears im the cure for
the shape that she's in
when she left me, reeling,
with that time release feeling
like a low whisper thunder
i hung from the ceiling
i'll be found down
at the apothecary again
can't find the cure
for the shape that i'm in
I met her down
at the apothecary
with sad sad eyes
the burden she carried
oh darlin try this one
if you need a friend
i've got the cure for
the shape that you're in
yes, i've got the cure for
the shape that you're in
I'm not sure about all of the lyrics. Corrections are welcomed and encouraged.