| Can never give you back what you try to feed
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| Whatever you do you cannot give me what I need
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| It’s in my blood — it’s in my brain
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| A virus a deafening creed
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| Bless my blood — to heal my intoxication antidote
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| Bless my blood — help me to find my salvation
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| I need you — I want you — you are my antidote
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| I ain’t looking for a cure any longer
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| Be seeing you — it won’t be so
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| The both of us are sure to know
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| With hearty words people lie
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| Ignore the pride and don’t ask why
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| You’re never gonna see — you’re not sane
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| All you’re gonna hear is my silent cry
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| Bless my blood — to heal my intoxication antidote
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| Bless my blood — help me to find my salvation
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| I need you — I want you — you are my antidote
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| I ain’t looking for a cure any longer
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| I need you — I want you — you are my antidote
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| But why is the poison stronger
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| I need you — I want you — you are my antidote
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| But why is the poison stronger
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| I need you — I want you — you are my antidote
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| I ain’t looking for a cure any longer
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| I need you — I want you — you are my antidote
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| So will the poison still be stronger |