| Those things you thought that were obscene
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| Will quickly become your routine
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| And he invited you over
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| An addict quickly gets indressed
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| With something ot get off her chest
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| You made a trade 'cause you’re sober
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| And it stings to remind you
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| Of all that’s behind you
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| But i don’t want to lose you right now…
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| 'cause they say it gets better before it gets worse
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| You know it gets better, so of course it gets worse
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| Your body’s made of dollar bills
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| You’d spend them all on some cheap thrill
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| But what when you’re older?
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| You stuck a point into your arm
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| But did you contemplate the harm?
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| As it moved up your shoulder…
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| Did it make you feel better
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| Right before it got worse
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| I used to make you feel better
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| But now it just hurts…
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| And there’s no hope 'cause i’m in love with you
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| I cannot cope; |
| guess i’m addicted too
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| You keep on coming over me I keep on crying over you
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| It shows me what it’s come to be It shows me what i mean to you
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| 'cause you’re killing me…
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| And after all you would think
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| It’s my fault when all in all i know is that you’re killing me! |