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Lately, I |
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Have been speculating |
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As to how and why |
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These circles race whatever I do |
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Your blonde hair |
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Breaks this ten thousand yard stare |
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Clearly, I |
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Am still withdrawing it's true |
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(ahh ahh ahh) |
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Somethings not right here |
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The paint watches me as I dry here |
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The pain watches me as I waltz through |
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This black hole |
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And I don't feel violent |
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In fact I feel some way enlightened |
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The best parts of us |
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Always seem to have the most downfalls |
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There's a cigarette in my mouth |
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A nicotine patch is on the floor |
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When did we get addicted to the cure? |
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Ahh ah ahh |
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Ahh ahh |
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I am addicted to the cure! |
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Sometimes, I |
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Get aggravated |
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With my concept of time |
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And how the clocks tick backwards on cue |
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Your blonde hair |
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Breaks this wristwatch and it's cares |
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Clearly I |
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Am still withdrawing from you |
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(ahh ahh ahh) |
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Somethings not right here |
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The paint watches me as I dry here |
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The pain watches me as I waltz through |
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This black hole |
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And I don't feel violent |
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In fact I feel some way enlightened |
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The best parts of us |
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Always seem to have the most downfalls |
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There's a cigarette in my mouth |
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And nicotine patches on the floor |
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When did we get addicted? |
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When did we get addicted? |
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But our heads tell us to stop |
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As our chests scream out for more |
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I'm proud to be addicted |
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I'm proud to be addicted to the cure |
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I am addicted to the cure |
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I am addicted to the cure |
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I am addicted to the cure |
