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Alanis Morissette - Not The Doctor
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I don't want to be the filler
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if the void is solely yours
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I don't want to be your
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glass of single malt whiskey
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Hidden in the bottom drawer
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I don't want to be the bandage
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if the wound is not mine
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Lend me some fresh air
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I don't want to be adored for what
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I merely represent to you
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I don't want to be your baby sitter
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You're a very big boy now
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I don't want to be your mother
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I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
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Show me the back door
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Visiting hours are 9 to 5
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and if I show up at 10 past 6, well I
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Already know that you'd find
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some way to sneak me in and oh
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Mind the empty bottle with the
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holes along the bottom, you see it's
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Too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
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I don't want to be the sweeper of the
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eggshells that you up walk upon
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I don't want to be your other half
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I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
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I don't want to be your food
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or the light from the fridge
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on your face at midnight
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Hey what are you hungry for
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I don't want to be the glue
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that holds your pieces together
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I don't want to be your idol
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see this pedestal is high and
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I'm afraid of heights
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I don't want to be lived through
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A vicarious occasion, please
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open the window
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I don't want to live on someday
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when my motto is next week
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I don't want to be responsible
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for your fractured heart
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and its wounded beat
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I don't want to be a substitute
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for the smoke you've been inhaling
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What do you thank me
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What do you thank me for
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