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Little white tablet in a plastic ring
Hard to say your name
Easy when you sing
Started in a lab with a quiet plan
Slip into the system
Do the best you can
Amantadine
You’re dancing in the spaces between
You take the edges off the shake
Give broken rhythm a little break
Amantadine
A tiny shield in the bloodstream
You aren’t a miracle
You’re not a cure
But you help me move a bit more sure
Winter on the ward
Coughing in the halls
You were first a whisper on the doctor’s call
Then a man with slow steps
Stuck inside his frame
Found a little freedom when they used your name
Amantadine
You’re dancing in the spaces between
You take the edges off the shake
Give broken rhythm a little break
Amantadine
A tiny shield in the bloodstream
You aren’t a miracle
You’re not a cure
But you help me move a bit more sure
You get me up from the chair (oh yeah)
You get me out of my head
Side by side with all the rest
Just one tool in the medicine chest
Amantadine
You’re dancing in the spaces between
You take the edges off the shake
Give broken rhythm a little break
Amantadine
A tiny shield in the bloodstream
You aren’t a miracle
You’re not a cure
But you help me move a bit more sure
