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I'm coming forth to attention You've fallen, man Look at this disaster This was not the plan I can be an angel And I can be your blame I can keep on talking, but you're not listenin' So I can't be your wiseman And I can't be your saint No, I can't be your prophet Or your medicine man No, oh, eh And your medicine man No, oh, eh And your medicine man The truth has one definition You make truth from a lie Your words have lost all the meaning It's no surprise I'm paralysed What is there to say? I realise You're not my prop, prop-property You're not my prop, prop-property So I can't be your wiseman And I can't be your saint No, I can't be your prophet Or your medicine man And I can't be your answer And I can't be your friend And I can't be your lover Or your medicine man No, oh, eh And your medicine man No, oh, eh And your medicine man I don't look for the white dove There won't be a rainbow I tried, I tried, I tried I tried to break your fall I don't look for the white dove There won't be a rainbow I tried, I tried, I tried I tried to break your fall So I can't be your wise man And I can't be your saint No, I can't be your prophet Or your medicine man And I can't be your answer And I can't be your friend And I can't be your lover Or your medicine man No, oh, eh And your medicine man No, oh, eh And your medicine man No, oh, eh I'm not your medicine man
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