| I wanna be the monkey on your back
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| The junk in your spoon
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| The black in your balloon
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| I will numb away
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| The pain of the everyday
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| The itch that you itch
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| Just as soon as you prick
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| The nod and the doze
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| As you slow in repose
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| I will numb away
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| The pain of slipping away into
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| The lazy days of getting by
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| The soft surrender
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| Of no longer getting high
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| The days in traffic
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| Oh so tragic and cruel
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| With nowhere to go and nothing in front of you
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| You’ll crave, and you’ll need
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| You’ll be hurt, send for me
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| You’ll lie and you’ll steal
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| Just to drown what you feel
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| I will numb away
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| The feelings that make you say
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| «I'm okay, and everything is doing fine
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| I’m alright, but I can never find the time
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| Work’s been great, but how I hate my life
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| Somebody tell me, what am I doing right?»
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| And I’ll comfort you
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| In all of your blackest moods
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| I’ll pull you through
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| What else could I do?
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| You will need more
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| Just so you can feel normal
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| And one day you’ll see
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| That you’ll die without me
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| I’ll be your heroin
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| I will numb away
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| The pain of playing it safe and
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| Always taking the lonely road
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| Always backing down
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| And selling out
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| And going home
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| And never, ever being better than you are
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| The pain of being anything but a star |