| God I hate your needles and
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| Your dirty little vial of pills
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| I guess I love the sweat you put me through
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| I know I love your body
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| Like I used to love your mind
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| But now your soul’s a slave
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| To all the things you use
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| I put you in the tub babe
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| With five big pounds of ice
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| If you don’t get back up
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| I don’t know what I’ll do
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| I’ve walked around the room
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| Here nearly 37 Times
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| Can you hear me now
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| And am I getting through
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| Get up, get back up
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| Get up, get back up
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| I thought I heard you laughing
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| I thought I heard you scream
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| I thought I heard some wailing
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| Like lovers in heat
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| I thought maybe we’d been
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| Somewhere that we’ve never seen
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| Still you lie so still like
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| A china doll lost in a summer dream
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| Here I am way down here
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| Way down upon my knees
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| You’re looking awfully blue
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| We were having such a good time
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| We were having so much fun now
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| We’ll lock the door change the sheets
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| But how do I get to you
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| Get back up, get up babe
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| Get up babe, get back up
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| I feel like the walls
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| Are closing in get back up
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| You look like a china doll
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| So pale and so thin
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| Get back up and make me laugh
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| The way you used to do |