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Those things you thought that were obscene |
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Will quickly become your routine |
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And he invited you over |
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An addict quickly gets indressed |
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With something ot get off her chest |
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You made a trade 'cause you're sober |
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And it stings to remind you |
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Of all that's behind you |
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But i don't want to lose you right now...'cause they say it gets better before it gets worse |
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You know it gets better, so of course it gets worse |
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Your body's made of dollar bills |
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You'd spend them all on some cheap thrill |
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But what when you're older? |
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You stuck a point into your arm |
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But did you contemplate the harm? |
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As it moved up your shoulder... |
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Did it make you feel better |
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Right before it got worse |
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I used to make you feel better |
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But now it just hurts... |
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And there's no hope 'cause i'm in love with you |
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I cannot cope; guess i'm addicted too |
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You keep on coming over me |
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I keep on crying over you |
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It shows me what it's come to be |
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It shows me what i mean to you'cause you're killing me...... |
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And after all you would think |
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It's my fault when all in all i know is that you're killing me! |