| Can you hear me? |
| S.O.S.
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| Help me put my mind to rest
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| Two times clean again, I'm actin' low
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| A pound of weed and a bag of blow
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| I can feel your love pullin' me up from the underground, and
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| I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers
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| I can feel your touch pickin' me up from the underground, and
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| I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers
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| We could be more than just part-time lovers
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| We could be more than just part-time lovers
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| I get robbed of all my sleep
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| As my thoughts begin to bleed
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| I'd let go, but I don't know how
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| Yeah, I don't know how, but I need to now
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| I can feel your love pullin' me up from the underground, and
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| I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers
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| I can feel your touch pickin' me up from the underground, and
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| I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers
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| I can feel your touch pickin' me up from the underground, and
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| I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers
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| (We could be) We could be more than just part-time lovers
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| (Part-time lovers, yeah)
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| (More than, more than lovers)
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| We could be more than just part-time lovers
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| Can you hear me? |
| S.O.S.
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| Help me put my mind to rest |