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She's my medicine When all within me gets too rough And she'll be there to swing me round the room And tell me I am enough And if the tables turn just like The whole atmosphere last night Count me out count me in I'm your first second win When it gets rough, you're my medicine Sitting on our terrace, terrace My mind it will be careless, careless Sitting on our terrace, terrace Our lives will be beautiful and all She's the one to ease my mind When worries hit my head Sweet and calm, she looks at me And tells me you'll be okay I'm looking towards everything that awaits us Might not go as planned and I guess that Times will change, but she makes me believe That the best is yet to come Sitting on our terrace, terrace My mind it will be careless, careless Sitting on our terrace, terrace Our lives will be beautiful and all Sitting on our terrace, terrace My mind it will be careless, careless Sitting on our terrace, terrace Our lives will be beautiful and all I wanna paint the life I'd like to lead Two tickets straight into the future that I need We'll be sitting on our terrace, terrace My mind it will be careless, careless Sitting on our terrace, terrace Our lives will be beautiful and all Sitting on our terrace, terrace My mind it will be careless, careless Sitting on our terrace, terrace
Writer(s): Nicolas Munoz, Sebastian Schuetze, Simon Graupner, Simon Freidhoefer, Bernhard Pausch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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