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I've got too much energy to switch off my mind |
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But not enough to get myself organized |
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My heart is heavy |
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My head is confused |
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And my aching little soul |
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Has started burning blue |
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I can't give you up, 'till |
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I've got more than enough |
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Infect me with your love |
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Nurse me into sickness |
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Nurse me back to health |
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Endow me with the gifts of the man made world |
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When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy |
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And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed |
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I can't give you up, 'till |
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I've got more than enough |
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Infect me with your love |
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Nurse me into sickness |
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Nurse me back to health |
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Endow me with the gifts of the man made world |
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Take me by the hand |
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And take me out of here |
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Run your fingers through my hair |
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And tell me what |
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I wanna hear |
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Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth? |
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From my scrotum to your womb |
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Your cradle to my tomb |
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I can't give you up, 'till |
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I've got more than enough |
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Infect me with your love |
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Nurse me into sickness |
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Nurse me back to health |
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Endow me with the gifts of the man made world |
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I can't give you up, 'till |
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I've got more than enough |
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Infect me with your love |
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Nurse me into sickness |
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Nurse me back to health |
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Tell me what it is that |
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I want in this world |
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I can't give you up |
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I can't give you up |
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I can't give you up |
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I can't give you up |