| Once I was a shadow of a man
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| Most dark nights my head was in it’s hands
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| I begged God to cure my aching limbs
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| But he did nothing, he gave me no advice
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| Didn’t this God abandon Jesus Christ?
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| Oh if it comes to you, I’ll die for your sins
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| I am the drug that you’ve been waiting for
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| An urgent craving you cannot ignore
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| I am the fix that you come back for more
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| I am the drug
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| Bring out the dead, I’ll show them how to live
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| Free their souls and watch them slowly drift
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| Like feathers of a wounded bird
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| I was wrapped up in a wooden box
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| Ball and chain, head out on the block
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| Oh, I wonder if you could say the final word?
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| I am the drug that you’ve been waiting for
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| An urgent craving you cannot ignore
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| I am the fix that you come back for more
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| I am the drug
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| This is not a flash, a figment of your imagination
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| I am much more then a first degree of separation
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| Without me all the lines of reality will blur
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| And the wall will breathe, close in like some forgotten curse
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| I am the drug that you’ve been waiting for
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| An urgent craving you cannot ignore
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| I am the fix that you come back for more
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| I am the drug |