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My Body
My Body
My body, my body, has always had my back
My body, my body, has taken the brunt of my attack
I've put things in it, that was not intended for man
So my body, my body, revolts at my plan
I go to the doctor, he gives me the notice
My body, my body, a permanent prognosis
He gives me medicine, to help with the progression
But my body, my body, is in constant regression
So I carry on the best that I can
Trying to keep up, with life's grueling demands
My life today is different, I don't live the same way
I love and forgive, but my body is still in pain
My body, my body, has always had my back
My body, my body, has taken the brunt of my attack
I've put things in it, that was not intended for man
So my body, my body, revolts at my plan
I go to the doctor, he gives me the notice
My body, my body, a permanent prognosis
He gives me medicine, to help with the progression
But my body, my body, is in constant regression
So I carry on the best that I can
Trying to keep up, with life's grueling demands
My life today is different, I don't live the same way
I love and forgive, but my body is still in pain
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