medicine pouch

As I walk along the road / I pick up different things I find / and put them in my medicine pouch / later when I’m lying on the couch / I sort them through the night / some are a little bit right / and some are a little bit wrong / I mix them all together / and then put them into a song / some are a little bit old / and some are a little bit new / I put them all inside of my pouch / and I wait for the medicine to brew.

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