| You’ve got a poison grip, when I am on your lips
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| Now I must confess, that I am such a mess
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| You want me more when I say no
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| Turn on the engine, here we go
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| Take the pain away, maybe for a day
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| We’re all addicted to something, it’s sobering
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| Take the pain away, maybe for a day
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| We’re all addicted to something that takes the pain away
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| I’m the anarchist, you’re the government
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| I cannot resist, all this punishment
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| You rev me like a turbo jet
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| You’ll drain me till there’s nothing left
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| Take the pain away, maybe for a day
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| We’re all addicted to something, it’s sobering
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| Take the pain away, maybe for a day
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| We’re all addicted to something that takes the pain away
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| Take, take, take the pain away |