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My name is |
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Mister Jones, |
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I get inside your bones, |
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I know how to make you tweek, |
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You soon will be my freak. |
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Because I know what you need, |
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I control your mind, |
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I roll up your sleeves, |
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I make ties that bind, |
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I've got you! |
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You'll soon be begging on your knees, |
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You've got the disease, |
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All your money belongs to me, |
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You've got the disease. |
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I can't seem to live without you, |
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Without you whats the point, |
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I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon, |
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Do I still have any choice? (NO!) |
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Because I know what you need, |
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I control your mind, |
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I roll up your sleeves, |
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I make ties that bind. |
