| So addicted, so addicted
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| So addicted, addicted
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| So addicted, so addicted
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| So addicted, so addicted
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| Friday night, same old scene, I’m picking up the phone
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| just to dial your number, wondering if you are alone.
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| And I keep on telling myself this is the last time,
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| knowing you’re no good for me and that I waste my time.
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| But when you talk to me,
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| how could I disagree?
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| Your voice keeps telling me:
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| skip your doubts, go ask for it,
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| one last shot, then you quit.
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| You’ve got me addicted to you.
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| No escape, all roads lead to you.
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| You’ve got me addicted to you
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| Give me one last shot, I’m addicted to your touch.
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| You’ve got me addicted to you.
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| No escape, all roads lead to you.
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| You’ve got me addicted to you.
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| I think I took too much, I’m addicted to your touch
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| So addicted, so addicted
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| So addicted, addicted
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| So addicted, so addicted
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| So addicted, so addicted
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| Sunday night, the weekend’s done, and I must admit:
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| yes, I’ve had a relapse, but I promise I’m gon' quit!
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| Just one shot, one last time, then I’m over it.
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| So I grab my telephone and have a go at it.
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| 'Cause when you talk to me,
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| how could I disagree?
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| Your voice keeps telling me:
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| skip your doubts, go ask for it,
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| one last shot, then you quit
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| You’ve got me addicted to you.
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| No escape, all roads lead to you.
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| You’ve got me addicted to you
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| Give me one last shot, I’m addicted to your touch.
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| You’ve got me addicted to you.
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| No escape, all roads lead to you.
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| You’ve got me addicted to you.
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| I think I took too much, I’m addicted to your touch
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| You’ve got me addicted to you.
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| No escape, all roads lead to you.
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| You’ve got me addicted to you
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| Give me one last shot, I’m addicted to your touch.
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| So addicted, so addicted
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| So addicted, addicted
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| So addicted, so addicted
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| Give me one last shot, I’m addicted to your touch |