| She is addiction, she is my mind
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| Running on empty with my partner in crime
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| Speakin' our gospel and serving our time
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| If she wants forgiveness I’m first in the line
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| 24/7 our body employs
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| A belly of nerves and a head full of noise
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| She’s straight down the middle, she cuts like a knife
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| She dresses to kill, when she’s saving my life
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| Strips off the armour get it all off her chest
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| Dances with karma in her black party dress
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| No secret ambition, she wants to be free
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| She’s lost in translation to the powers that be
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| Building the bridges and making amends
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| Burning the candle at 3 different ends
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| She’s straight down the middle, she cuts like a knife
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| She dresses to kill… she says…
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| «Step by step, we’ll find a way back home
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| Hand in hand, a walking prayer»
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| She is all I’ve ever known
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| Blood red ribbons in jet black hair
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| Pale white skin and eyes like pearls
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| In this single mind we share
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| One restless heart one tortured soul
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| It won’t ever let her go
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| She says
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| «Step by step, we’ll find a way back home
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| Hand in hand, a walking prayer»
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| She is all I’ve ever known
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| Blood red ribbons in jet black hair
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| Pale white skin and eyes like pearls
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| She’s my world, she’s my world
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| One restless heart one tortured soul
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| I will never let her go
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| She’s my world
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| She is addiction, she is my mind
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| Running on empty with my partner in crime
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| She’s straight down the middle
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| Cuts like a knife, she dresses to kill |