| I get up early in the morning
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| It’s up and out with the sun
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| Spending my day making natural highs
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| And in the evening when my work is done
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| I make a phone call from the hotel
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| Speak to my woman each day
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| I tell my lady that I’m missing her
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| And I hope she feels the same
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| At least she knows that I’m not
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| Sharing out our love
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| With the midnight drug
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| You spend your day in an in-joke
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| Pouring your life in a glass of ice
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| And no one’s laughing but the monkey in you
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| Paranoia for the highest price
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| You make a phone call from the hotel
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| Spending your life in the night
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| The kind of women who don’t come for free
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| But then I guess they know you’ll pay the price
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| If they can keep you up
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| They know you’ve got what turns them on
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| The midnight drug
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| How many times must we tell you
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| Just how much we care
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| You must know how we love you
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| But we can’t even meet half-way
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| Well I’ve got something to tell you
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| If you can only take it in
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| I think you’re worthy of a better cause
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| If you can just stop looking for
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| What you never get enough of
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| The midnight drug
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| Your kind of sugar is a sweet club
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| I like my sugar in tea
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| You spend your life going faster
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| There’s no surviving if you crash at speed
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| Now, I’m not saying that I’m wrong or right
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| But that the truth is plain to see
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| I get my kicks from my friends and their love
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| It’s the kind of love that comes for free
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| They’re the kind of friends
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| That you don’t find when you go looking for
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| They only pick you up then let you fall
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| 'Till you come back for more
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| Of the midnight drug |