| Fever rising in the setting sun
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| Cocaine in your eyes and bullets in your gun
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| 'N' blood in your nails is scratching for the face
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| With a noose 'round your neck and a needle in your vein
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| Ooh, and you say…
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| How did I get here and can I get back
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| I thought I was having fun, but no
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| I was just looking for the one
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| Always — looking for the one
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| Well, you don’t thank fuck that you got a home
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| Now your friends have left you and you’re on your own
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| And the woman in your life wasn’t quite enough
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| So, you let her go and leave you and it broke your heart
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| Well, your mind is empty and your heart is cold
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| And your last routines are getting old
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| Now, people seeing through your web of lies
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| And they’re fucking the demons that war inside
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| Careful what you wish for from the steady life
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| If you want too much you might lose your mind
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| If you only want the woman you saw on TV
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| Then your eyes are open but you just can’t see
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| Ooh, and you say…
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| How did you get here and will you get back
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| I thought we were having fun, but no
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| We were just looking for the one
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| Always — looking for the one
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| How did I get here and can I get back
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| I thought I was having fun, but no
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| I was just looking for the one
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| Always — looking for you |