Some Kind of Cure
By: David Berkeley
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Written and Directed by: Greg Murnion Cinematographer: David Jones Produced by: Tom Jones
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In the morning, Bells kept ringing. You were calling. No one’s listening. And no one knew the reason why. No one knew the reason why they rang. At the table, You were crying. I was unsure How to reach you. You opened up your arms, Opened up your arms to let me in. Corsica, I’m calling from over here. Oh sorceress, come conjure up some kind of cure. Please hold me like you used to, baby. Hold me like you would. Please hold me like you know what I’m going through. Some have told us, Keep your distance. There are secrets That we keep here. And that’s as close as you will get. That’s as close as you will ever get. Corsica, I’m calling from over here. It’s dangerous to open up more and more. So sorceress, come conjure up some kind of cure. Please hold me like you used to, baby. Hold me like you would. Hold me like you know what I’m going through. Hold me like you used to, baby. Hold me like you would. Please hold me like you know what I’m going through.
