| It’s addiction, it’s obsession
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| It’s a need to be me
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| It’s addiction, it’s obsession
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| So I can feel like I’m free
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| Born in a time that sanctions all desire
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| I fight my instincts all the way
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| Drawn to a storm of things I have to have
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| With patience like other virtues still in the way
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| It’s addiction, it’s obsession
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| It’s a need to be me
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| It’s addiction, it’s obsession
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| So I can feel like I’m free
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| I get enough of things to need them more
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| Like love and destruction to name but two
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| It’s getting harder telling good from bad
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| With the senses asking, was it good for you?
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| It’s addiction, it’s obsession
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| It’s a need to be me
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| There’s so much I feel I have to have
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| It’s addiction, it’s obsession
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| It’s a need to be me
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| It’s addiction, it’s obsession
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| So I can feel like I’m free |