| I admit I know exactly what to do
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| To get everything I want to get from you
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| And I admit I know exactly what to say
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| To make you dig a little deeper when you pay
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| If less is more
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| Why am I knocking at your door?
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| I am an addict, an animal
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am an addict, an animal
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| I prefer life on the run
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| So tell me what do I get in return
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| Another lesson that you know I’ll never learn
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| If less is more
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| Why am I knocking at your door?
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| I am an addict, an animal
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am an addict, an animal
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| I prefer life on the run
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| And when I’m done
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| Kill, kill, gone
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| Is the rider for the ridden
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| And the relic in the sea
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| He’s a perfect factory mold
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| I have created another me
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| And when I get home this morning
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| I plan to finally settle down
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| And lick my wounds from a lifetime
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| Spent scraping my stomach on the ground
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| I am an addict, an animal
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am an addict, an animal
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| I prefer life on the run
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| I am an addict
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| I am an addict
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| I am an addict
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| I am an addict
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| I am an addict, an animal
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| Scraping my guts off the ground |