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Walls move as if to crumble |
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Feet shift and then I stumble |
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And your still lying breathless on the floor |
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Angels sing of the great healer |
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Bell ring sounds the dealer |
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But you won?t be dancing anymore |
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It's the drugs talking |
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(whisper in my ear) |
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It's the drugs talking |
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(hear you loud and clear) |
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It's the drugs talking |
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(screaming out my name) |
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IT?S THE DRUGS TALKING |
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(CRAWLING THROUGH MY VEINS) |
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Searching for a new dimension |
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Never was my intension |
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To find you lying breathless on the floor |
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Though it made you the better dancer |
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The little pill was not the answer |
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And you won?t be dancing anymore |
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It's the drugs talking |
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(whisper in my ear) |
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It's the drugs talking |
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(hear you loud and clear) |
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It's the drugs talking |
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(screaming out my name) |
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IT?S THE DRUGS TALKING |
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(CRAWLING THROUGH MY VEINS) |
