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It's addiction, it's obsession, it's a need to be me |
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It's addiction, it's obsession, so i can feel that i'm free |
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Born in a time that sanctions all desire |
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I fight my insticts all the way |
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Drawn to a strom of things i have to have |
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With patience like other virtues still in the way |
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I get enough of things to need them more |
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Like love and destruction to name but two |
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It's getting harder telling good from bad |
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With you senses asking was it good for you |
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It's addiction, it's obsession, it's a need to be me |
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There's so much i feel i have to have |
