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The room is turning |
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everything slows |
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you're at the center but I try not to show |
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I feel the triggers under the snow |
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any minute now they're going to blow |
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There's a fever running |
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perfectly pure |
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the river burns |
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I'm feeling sick but I'm sure |
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You're the cure (x 4) |
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My eyes they wander |
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my fingers roam |
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take these hands please and lead them home |
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the way your dress falls to the floor |
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you know I'm weak and I just want more |
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There's a fever running |
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perfectly pure |
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the river burns |
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I'm feeling sick but I'm sure |
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You're the cure (x 4) |
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I think about it |
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all of the time |
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it's in my body |
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it's in my mind |
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Early in the morning |
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and late at night |
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there's a drug |
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that shoots from your eyes |
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(You're the cure) |
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I think about it |
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all the time |
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it's in your body |
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it's in your mind |
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Early in the morning |
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and late at night |
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there's a drug |
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that shoots from your eyes |
