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The Patient
Doctors lined, impatient rows
To hear my sorry tales of woe
Samples taken or every kind
Mundane or embarrassed they just don’t mind
Such serious countenance to my face
And yet delight in all my aches
The guinea pig I am
The guinea pig I’ll stay
I just endure
I have no say
They care not even a speck at all
That I stay sick while they stand tall
And so the row renews again
While I shrink in and hurt
In life in pain
The guinea pig I am
The guinea pig I'll stay
Until the very end
That painless final day
For I'm just the patient
Becoming impatient
To hear my sorry tales of woe
Samples taken or every kind
Mundane or embarrassed they just don’t mind
Such serious countenance to my face
And yet delight in all my aches
The guinea pig I am
The guinea pig I’ll stay
I just endure
I have no say
They care not even a speck at all
That I stay sick while they stand tall
And so the row renews again
While I shrink in and hurt
In life in pain
The guinea pig I am
The guinea pig I'll stay
Until the very end
That painless final day
For I'm just the patient
Becoming impatient
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