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You took my money, wasted my time
Make me feel ugly, like living's a crime
But you got something that money can't buy
I feel like a junkie, do anything to make you mine

You fill up my cup, you pack up my bowl
You heat up my spoon, I got no control
You line up my stash, you break out my pipe
You keep me fixed, ooh you run my life

You shattered my innocence, you laughed at my tears
You broke down my last defense, you wasted my years
But you got something that money can't buy
I feel like a junkie, do anything, anything to make you mine

You fill up my cup, you pack up my bowl
You heat up my spoon, I got no control
You line up my stash, you break out my pipe
You keep me fixed, ooh you run my life

When I close my eyes, I can still see your ghost
When I lick my lips, ooh your taste still lingers there
When I touch my skin, I wonder if it's you I've been living in
When I feel the pain, it's like you're calling my name

You fill up my cup, you pack up my bowl
You heat up my spoon, I got no control
You line up my stash, you break out my pipe
You keep me fixed, ooh you run my life

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