There Is No Cure

My breath is catching in my throat My face is flush and red
With palms all cold and sweaty A buzzing in my head

I've spoken with the doctors

They all concur you see
The prognosis was so simple There is no help for me

They listened to my heart

It skipped some beats tis true
But I smiled to myself For I knew it was for you

No medicine, no band-aid

No therepy, no shot
Can keep me now from loving you Nor save me from my lot

I think that you're contagious

Infecting like the flu
I see it all so clearly now There is no cure for loving you

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