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It's the payoff the reward |
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The release from all the tension |
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The biggest vice in my life and it adds a new dimension |
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It's the beauty and the beast |
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It's my fall and it's my saviour |
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A good excuse for self abuse that changes my behaviour |
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I love it and I loath it with a passion that's superior |
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It ****s with my emotions and it makes me feel inferior |
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It breaks me down and then builds up a wonderful illusion |
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That brings out my emotions and adds to the confusion |
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It's not a problem I can do just fine without it |
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But I wouldn't chance it that's the ****ed up thing about it |
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It pulls me in and spits me out without a second warning |
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It puts me right out in the cold |
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While it's busy warming |
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It's a hopeless competition and there's no way I can win it |
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But I never tend to see the signs while I'm stuck right in it |
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I play the game and lose the game |
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There's no way to avoid it |
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'cos I'm too busy ****ing up pretending I've enjoyed it |
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The cure and the poison |
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The loss and the gain |
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Escaping once again |
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The cause and solution |
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The pleasure and pain |
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All run through my veins |
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All I need is just one more I promise I'll be fine |
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It's really just a harmless way for me to kill some time |
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I'll sit back and lose my track and work hard on a case |
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It helps me blur out all the sharpest edges in this place |
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It always gets the best of me while being etnertaining |
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But in the end there's not a single ounce of sense remaining |
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I scrape myself up off the floor and mend the broken pieces |
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And do it all again - the vicious cycle never ceases |
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The cure and the poison |
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The loss and the gain |
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Escaping once again |
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The cause and solution |
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The pleasure and pain |
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All run through my veins |
