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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 |
