Please help me out,
my voice has started to choke and pout
don't leave me here corrupt and damned
they wont tell me they understand,
and I can't tell them what I know about.
Doctor, Doctor
You're my last hope
before my end reaches the end,
I won't give in to the manila rope
you're someone I can faithfully call friend
but I'm aware that our fates all depend
Doctor, Doctor
Forgive me for I have sinned
my wicked ways have all but thinned,
I have few needs that need repair,
so do you have any more friends to spare?
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