| You thought you’d make it so easily
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| Teetering on the brink of insanity
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| Just for kicks, but then it grew
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| You had a problem, but no one knew
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| Feel the pressure run through your veins
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| Now the pressure has stirred the pain
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| Through the blood, to your stinking heart
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| You were big, but now you’re small
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| Addiction
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| Addiction
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| Addiction
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| Now you’re saying that now you’re clean
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| Wallowing in misery
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| Lost your job, your ceiling went
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| Hoping that will be the bed
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| I gotta have it, I need it bad
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| Feel the rush, like you were dead
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| The blood is warm, right near your heart
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| The battles won, before it starts
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| Addiction
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| Addiction
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| Addiction
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| Feel the pressure run through your veins
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| Now the pressure has stirred the pain
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| Through the blood, to your stinking heart
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| You were b, but now you’re small
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| Addiction
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| Addiction
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| Addiction
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| Addiction
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| Addiction
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| Addiction |