| It’s a drug like any other
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| Opiated, sugar-coated
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| You’ve either got the sack
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| Or about to be promoted
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| At the mercy of your man
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| And he’s making you wait
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| For the buzz
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| I can’t get no relief
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| You’ve reduced me to a liar
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| A liar and a thief
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| Love, oh love
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| I can only prove you’re real
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| By the scratching and the fever
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| Proof for a believer
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| You see how a shot of love makes you feel?
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| And you think that you don’t care
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| And you think that it’s your choice
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| But you’re hypnotised and follow
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| The puppet master’s voice
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| And you know you can’t forget
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| You know you gotta get
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| The buzz
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| Can’t get no relief
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| You’ve reduced me to a liar
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| A liar and a thief
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| Love, oh love
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| I can only prove you’re real
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| By the scratching and the fever
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| Proof for a believer
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| You see how a shot of love makes you feel?
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| And you know you can’t forget
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| You know you gotta get
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| The buzz
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| I can’t get no relief
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| You’ve reduced me to a liar
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| A liar and a thief
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| Love, oh love
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| I can only prove you’re real
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| By the scratching and the fever
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| Proof for a believer
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| You see how a shot of love makes you feel?
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| Makes you feel
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| Makes you feel
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| Makes you feel
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| Makes you feel |