Like the kind of sick,
That makes you tired,
And makes you feel sad,
But not sick enough to stay home,
And all I wanted wasn't...
Chicken-soup or chocolate-milk,
It was you,
I needed a cuddle from you...
And you to tell me everything is going to be alright...
I need you to lay close and hold me tight,
I'm sick inside,
Baby won't you be cure?
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