| Something ain’t right with the sunshine, baby
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| We can only go out at night
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| Meet me out back of the jack shack, maybe
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| We can get a bag, grab a cab
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| Losing control
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| Fall down just to get up
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| You know how it goes
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| Ride around like we’re gangsters
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| Calling on my flow
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| You’re my addiction
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| In a world turning cold
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| Addiction
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| Children bought and sold
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| Blowing fat stacks with the cool kids, honey
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| Running for your life
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| Chewing on rats with the fat cats, baby
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| Fighting to survive
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| Something ain’t right with the world gone crazy
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| Our lips are turning white
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| Hanging on tight in the shadows, baby
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| Catching all the fads, good or bad
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| Selling our souls
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| You look like an angel
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| But you come to all the shows
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| Hanging around the devil
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| Begging for one more blow
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| You’re my addiction
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| In a world turning cold
|
| Addiction
|
| Children bought and sold
|
| Blowing fat stacks with the cool kids, honey
|
| Running for your life
|
| Chewing on rats with the fat cats, baby
|
| Fighting to survive
|
| You’re my addiction
|
| In a world turning cold
|
| Addiction
|
| Children bought and sold
|
| Blowing fat stacks with the cool kids, honey
|
| Running for your life
|
| Chewing on rats with the fat cats, baby
|
| Fighting to survive |