| The more I taste, the more I need
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| The more it makes me ill
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| Need my fill of you
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| I don’t even like the taste of blood
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| (Taste of blood)
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| It was only half your sanity
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| This is hunger that just won’t go away
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| (Won't go away)
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| I was taught to drink my fill of you
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| You were taught to take, take, take me on
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| The more it makes me ill
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| Need my fill of you
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| The more you make me ill
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| Need my fill of you
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| You are a sight for hungry eyes today
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| (I soon change)
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| I am needing more of you inside of me
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| I’m nothing more than what they made of me
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| (Made of me)
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| I was taught to drink my fill of you
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| You were taught to take, take, take me on
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| The more it makes me ill
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| Need my fill of you
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| The more you make me ill
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| Need my fill of you
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| And when my objects become used
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| I throw them all away
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| And when I need another fill
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| I’ll turn to you again
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| I was taught to drink my fill of you
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| You were taught to take, take, take me on
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| The more it makes me ill
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| Need my fill of you
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| The more you make me ill
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| The more I taste, the more I need
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| Need my fill of you |