Surgery
Four in the morning shift
bright in early
too tired to wake
Realizing it is another day to save lives
Scrubs scrubs scrubs
Lives to save, bodies to be cut open
Steady hands, clean scapels
scrub rooms and scrub caps
Scrubs scrubs scrubs
Time to save lives and cure people
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