| It’s the payoff the reward
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| The release from all the tension
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| The biggest vice in my life and it adds a new dimension
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| It’s the beauty and the beast
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| It’s my fall and it’s my saviour
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| A good excuse for self abuse that changes my behaviour
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| I love it and I loath it with a passion that’s superior
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| It fucks with my emotions and it makes me feel inferior
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| It breaks me down and then builds up a wonderful illusion
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| That brings out my emotions and adds to the confusion
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| It’s not a problem I can do just fine without it
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| But I wouldn’t chance it that’s the fucked up thing about it
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| It pulls me in and spits me out without a second warning
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| It puts me right out in the cold
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| While it’s busy warming
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| It’s a hopeless competition and there’s no way I can win it
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| But I never tend to see the signs while I’m stuck right in it
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| I play the game and lose the game
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| There’s no way to avoid it
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| 'cos I’m too busy fucking up pretending I’ve enjoyed it
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| The cure and the poison
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| The loss and the gain
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| Escaping once again
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| The cause and solution
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| The pleasure and pain
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| All run through my veins
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| All I need is just one more I promise I’ll be fine
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| It’s really just a harmless way for me to kill some time
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| I’ll sit back and lose my track and work hard on a case
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| It helps me blur out all the sharpest edges in this place
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| It always gets the best of me while being etnertaining
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| But in the end there’s not a single ounce of sense remaining
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| I scrape myself up off the floor and mend the broken pieces
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| And do it all again — the vicious cycle never ceases
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| The cure and the poison
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| The loss and the gain
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| Escaping once again
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| The cause and solution
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| The pleasure and pain
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| All run through my veins |