| somebody planted the seed of love
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| but the vines are killin' me.
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| make you feel so good to know
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| but it’s bad, bad, bad…
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| i guess by now i should know the score
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| it’s like somebody put some voodoo on me.
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| and i don’t want it in my head.
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| i can’t take it no more.
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| (chorus)
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| i feel like a wanted man.
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| i’m not a criminal.
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| you’ve got me in your hands.
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| and i got nothin' at all.
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| you’ve got me believin'
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| you’re someone i’m needin'
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| but i’m a brick in your wall.
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| and i’m in your hands
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| and i’m runnin'
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| got me runnin' like a criminal.
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| (verse 2)
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| i’m on the streets in the dead of night.
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| i’m wakin' up in the woods.
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| i’m feelin' dirty inside my soul.
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| i need somebody who can help me come clean.
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| i’m at the border down by mexico.
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| i don’t know which way i should turn to next.
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| should i give it up?
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| should i take it all the way?
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| all the way down down down down?
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| (chorus)
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| i feel like a wanted man.
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| i’m not a criminal.
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| you’ve got me in your hands.
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| and i got nothin' at all.
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| you’ve got me believin'
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| you’re someone i’m needin'
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| but i’m a brick in your wall.
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| you got me in your hands
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| and i’m runnin'
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| you got me runnin' like a criminal.
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| (bridge)
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| i’m a broken man that maybe be fated
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| and i don’t know the time i’m facin'.
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| and the line is off my dime is up and i’m facin'
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| facin' the devil.
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| i gotta leave it all behind…
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| (chorus)
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| i feel like a wanted man.
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| i’m not a criminal.
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| you’ve got me in your hands.
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| and i got nothin' at all.
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| you’ve got me believin'
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| you’re someone i’m needin'
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| but i’m a brick in your wall.
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| you got me in your hands.
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| oh and it’s criminal. |