| Here we go again
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again
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| I don’t know how many times we gotta break out of this
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| But every time we do break out
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| Get any separation
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| It’s like you just keep coming back
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| It’s like no matter what I do
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| I cannot shut you down
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| Goddamn
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| Come on
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| You’re always turning on me
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| You’re everywhere I go
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| You never let me be me
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| You just want me to know
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| That
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| You’re always turning on me
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| You’re everywhere I go
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| You never let me be me
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| You just want me to know
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| That you can offer me the time
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| Anything I need and anything I wanna find
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| I’m addicted; |
| every step I take with you is listed
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| Catalogued shifted
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| For somebody to sit with
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| Satellites bouncing off entire other planets
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| Just to let me know directions to the nearest magic
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| Take a couple hits then I inhale the bandwidth
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| To get what I need and then it’s G for me to vanish
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| But you follow right along on my hip though
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| Put you back then I snatch you up off of the hip slow
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| Please let me be
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| Please let me get a grip though
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| Trying to sneak by ya quiet: passing on my tiptoes
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| Inner voices digital, hoping to resist those
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| Take it back, disconnect, unplug and get gone
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| Man I swear that you’ve been on me since the get go
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| But I can never shut you down and that’s why I give in so
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| You’re always turning on me
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| You’re everywhere I go
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| You never let me be me
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| You just want me to know
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| That
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| You’re always turning on me
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| You’re everywhere I go
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| You never let me be me
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| You just want me to know
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| That you can offer me the globe
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| Take me anywhere, anytime I wanna go
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| You got me sitting here face down look at you glow
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| But now you’ve got me out here ignoring all my folks
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| We used to talk a lot but now we only do the quick type
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| 'Cause I’ve got to get back to where I’m trending and I get liked
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| You die sometimes but I do find
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| That the right plug can bring you back so I can grind
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| I want more of ya, more of ya, more of ya loving
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| If I could find the right words I’d like to tell you something
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| My wife gets jealous of the time we spend
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| I tell her that she’s paranoid, you’re just a timely friend
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| We get it in
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| I can rule the world with you, that’s a fact
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| See that’s just probably why I’m checking on you back to back
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| And I may never stop 'cause it seems to get me round
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| If my people need me, they know where to hit me now
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| You’re always turning on me
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| You’re everywhere I go
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| You never let me be me
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| You just want me to know
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| That
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| You’re always turning on me
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| You’re everywhere I go
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| You never let me be me
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| You just want me to know
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| That if I need you to come and see me
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| You’re never out that far
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| I might as well just let you beat me
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| And overreach me
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| 'Cause I’m a superstar
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| If I need a friend to talk with or come and talk shit
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| Your body can get scarred
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| So that it can be me and you till the world is through
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| And I can now call you my God
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| «My God, my God»
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| You’re always turning on me
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| You’re everywhere I go
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| You never let me be me
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| You just want me to know
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| That
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| You’re always turning on me
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| You’re everywhere I go
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| You never let me be me
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| You just want me to know |