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Lyrics: Not The Doctor (Alanis Morisette)

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    I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
    I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
    Hidden in the bottom drawer
    I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
    Lend me some fresh air
    I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
    I don't want to be your babysitter
    You're a very big boy now
    I don't want to be your mother
    I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
    Show me the back door

    Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
    Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
    Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
    You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

    I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
    And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
    I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
    At midnight, hey
    What are you hungry for
    I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
    I don't want to be your idol
    See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
    I don't want to be lived through
    A vicarious occasion
    Please open the window

    Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
    Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
    Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
    You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

    I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
    I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
    And it's wounded beat
    I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
    What do you thank me
    What do you thank me for

    Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
    Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
    Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
    You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor




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