Recovery > Broods
"Holding pictures in my hands now,
Of the places we have been.
Thinking about all our plans now,
We were gonna live the dream.
We used to drink together,
See the night through.
Hand in hand you led me into things I never knew.
You're drinking up a cure now,
Forget what you have seen.
I sit here analysing what the hell is wrong with me.
I will be your home,
Keep you warm when it's cold.
I will try to be what you need when you're low.
I can only promise the girl that I am.
I'll do anything that I can.
Meet me on the road to recovery, covery.
Meet me on the road to recovery, covery.
You're the only one who recovers me, covers me.
Meet me on the road to recovery, covery.
Meet me on the road.
You would lay with arms around me.
I'd be singing you to sleep.
Every morning wake up to me.
No one else you'd rather see.
If we could could take some time out,
Remember where we've been.
The only one I know now,
I can't just let you leave.
I know it won't be easy,
They tell me all the time,
But nothing would be harder,
Than knowing you're not mine.
I will be your home,
Keep you warm when it's cold.
I will try to be what you need when you're low.
I can only promise the girl that I am.
I'll do anything that I can.
Meet me on the road to recovery, covery.
Meet me on the road to recovery, covery.
You're the only one who recovers me, covers me.
Meet me on the road to recovery, covery.
Meet me on the road.
I can't fake it,
It's never enough.
It's got a hold on me.
Left behind here,
I can't keep up.
Come get a hold of me.
I was thinking if I could be tough,
You'd wanna hold onto me.
Hold onto me.
Hold onto me.
Hold on.
I will be your home,
Keep you warm when it's cold.
I will try to be what you need when you're low.
I can only promise the girl that I am.
I'll do anything that I can.
(Meet me on the road) to recovery, covery.
Meet me on the road to recovery, covery.
You're the only one who recovers me, covers me. (Oh.)
Meet me on the road to recovery, covery.
Meet me on the road. (Meet me on the road, oh, oh oh, oh.)
(Recovery, covery)
It's got a hold on me.
(Oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.)
(Recovery, covery)"
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