| When you leave, I forget how to breathe
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| I cold sweat and lucid dream through the night
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| It’s messed up 'cause I’m sure I’d hold up the drug store
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| Just for the high in your eyes
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| And I’m not violent, but I’d tear this place apart
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| Just for a hit of your heroin heart
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| Every inch of my body
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| Every part of my heart
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| Every corner of my mind
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| Wants you here when you’re not
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| Because I get withdrawals when
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| I can’t kiss your lips
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| So come over here, darling
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| 'Cause I can’t resist
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| I’m an addict of magic
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| And I need my fix (I need my—)
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| I’d sll my possessions
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| Lie through my confessions
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| Brak up this whole fuckin' band
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| Yeah, rehab can’t save me
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| And AA just takes me twelve steps away from your hands
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| And I’m not violent, but I’d break into a car
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| Just for a hit of your heroin heart
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| Every inch of my body
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| Every part of my heart
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| Every corner of my mind
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| Wants you here when you’re not
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| Because I get withdrawals when
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| I can’t kiss your lips
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| So come over here, darling
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| 'Cause I can’t resist
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| I’m an addict of magic
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| And I need my fix
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| And I love as drugs is a worn out metaphor
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| But we’re all longing for the pure
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| Every inch of my body
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| Every part of my heart (Every part of my heart)
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| Every corner of my mind
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| Wants you here when you’re not
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| Because I get withdrawals when
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| I can’t kiss your lips
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| So come over here, darling
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| 'Cause I can’t resist
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| I’m an addict of magic
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| And I need my fix
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| I’m an addict of magic
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| And I need my fix |