| The men on my mother’s side
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| And some women too
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| Shared the same disease
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| Of unquenchable thirst
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| And likewise I’m afflicted
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| I cannot be satisfied
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| Hunger for what makes me ill
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| My eyes are full of dollar signs
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| Don’t leave me on my own
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| Don’t leave me on my own
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| I need white noise
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| I’m willing to pay the cost
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| I’m willing to pay the cost
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| Just give me white noise
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| All racked I run to the ziggurat
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| Press my temple down to the sound
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| Oh it fills my spirit, spills out my cup
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| Don’t dare shake me out
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| Do not confuse me lying still
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| With one who lies at rest
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| Silence more deafening
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| Than the cry of every man
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| Don’t leave me on my own
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| Don’t leave me on my own
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| I need white noise
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| And I’m willing to pay the cost
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| I’m willing to pay the cost
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| Just give me white noise
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| The years, they go, so I won’t see
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| The years, they go, so I won’t see
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| The years, they go, so I won’t see
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| The years, they go, so I won’t see
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| The years, they go, so I won’t see
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| The years, they go, so I won’t see |