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Oh my blue-eyed boy |
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Built something to destroy |
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Is it getting high? |
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High Oh you cheeky face |
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Shirt open to the waist |
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Now it's really getting cold |
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One more paranoia, |
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I don't want another |
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Oh yes I confess, |
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I don't want another |
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Yes you handsome man |
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Wicked boy, you sycophant |
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Are you ready to feel? |
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Deep stress, nothing new |
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Anxiety to use |
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Coming through the door |
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One more paranoia, |
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I don't want another |
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Oh yes I confess, |
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I don't want another |
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Ah... Ah... |
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Taken many drugs, popped so many pills |
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Gasp at my adventures, marvel at my thrills |
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One more paranoia, |
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I don't want another |
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Oh yes I confess, |
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I don't want another |
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One more poison thought, don't want another |
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Yes, yes I confess, |
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I don't want another |
