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Just remember that day when you walked into that office
Your fingers on the counter
You life in the hands of someone with a sheet a paper
You think you're tapping your fingers...and maybe you are
The doctors are rushing about, working hard or hardly working.
One second was all it took
For a doctor to pick up that file and say
It's within normal limits and walk away
You feel that rush of relief
Your fingers pull from the counter
As if in slow motion, you walk away
The door closes behind your soul.
And you walk
Every step produces a tear that runs down your cheek and into eternity
You want to scream
You want to drink liqour and be drunk
You want to eat sweet Ben and Jerry
You want..
You dream..
You talk..
You scream..
You smile..
You write..
You think..
You wonder..
You look..
You observe..
You thank..
You have..
This is your life
You have recovered
Now on with the show.
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