| I’m sick and stuck here
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| I woke up in the middle of the night
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| And got up in a rush of blood
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| Splattering myself in the fight
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| And I crawl to the ground
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| And I crawl for fear of the drown
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| It’s my own little war
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| The one I’m ready to wage
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| So don’t stand in the way
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| If you don’t want to get hurt
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| My baby and me
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| We’re having more than just a flirt
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| My baby’s back in town
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| I can feel his roaming around
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| Well my baby’s back in town
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| I’m moving out on the outskirts of town
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| I think I’m kissing the sink
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| And the sickness is a sticking my insides
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| I’m seeking a kick from the thickness of the quicksands
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| In which I dive
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| I’m sick I’m sucking on a pill
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| A sweet and sour lick of salt
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| I know I’m hooked but I’d kill
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| Anyone who says it’s just my fault
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| I see his skinny silhouette
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| In the distance I can hear his call
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| My soul is no longer at home
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| Since my baby came and took it all
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| So don’t stand in the way
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| If you don’t want to get hurt
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| My baby and me
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| We’re having more than just a flirt
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| My baby’s back in town
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| I can feel his roaming around
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| My baby’s back in town
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| There’s no more fooling around
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| Mess around, mess around
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| Mess around, mess around |