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Somebody call me a doctor, oh, cause I think I'm bleeding out
No I don't exactly recall, might have been a razor involved
Might have had too much absinthe, whiskey, some kind of weird cigarette
Yeah/no of course I have regrets, oh yes

There's an aching in my head and a ringing in my ear
At least what's left of it, I hear that it might be worse than I feared
Probably should get myself back to Saint-Remy, there's care there to be had
Call it a working vacation, a rough patch

My mind took a tumble
From sublime to crumbled
But I've been humbled
You'll see
The new me

Oh my dear Paul, you should come back, I can explain
You see that wind kicked up again, you know I can't work in the rain
But in a few short hours I'll be painting sunflowers again
But in the meantime best regards, your friend
Yes in the meantime, best regards

Love, Vincent