| I have got to dig in… Keep digging in the dirt
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| I’ve got to turn, twist and shout, consider every word
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| Without taking a shot, at the ultimate sin
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| I’ve all but given up, on ever reaching you again
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| A certain lunacy, has come to visit
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| I don’t know what is and what isn’t, anymore
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| Feed me your highs, feed me your lows
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| Feed them to me, in a consumable dose
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| Feed them to me baby, please give them to me now
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| 'Cause there ain’t no stoppin' no matter how
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| I stir my coffee you sip your tea
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| What’re we gonna do
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| With whom we’re gonna be
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| Without taking in the ultimate sin
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| I’ve all but given up on ever reachin' you again
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| Feed them to me baby, please give them to me
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| 'Cause there ain’t no stoppin' no matter where when or how
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| I know that it’s a major no can do
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| But there ain’t nothing else I would rather do |