| Yeah, I needed substance, I needed something
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| I needed pills, couldn’t sit still
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| I need your flesh, nape of your neck
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| Just tell me you love me, fuck all the rest
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| I need your love, aren’t you impressed?
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| I wore this for you, I’m trying my best
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| I know you need me, I’m so conceited
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| Wrote a whole album about how I’m needy
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| Is it too late for me
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| Or is this all I’ll ever be?
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| Is it too late for me
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| Or is this all I’ll ever be?
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| Ooh, ooh, oh
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| Oklahoma City, I was fucked up
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| On tour when there’s no one
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| They can see anxiety inside me
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| I can see the devil try me
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| When I got the media, it’s so devious
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| Shows started feeling tedious
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| Thought you wanted this, yeah
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| Thought you’d work for this
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| And you know I keep it on the low, low
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| How you think I’m always riding solo?
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| Why you think you really know me like that?
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| You don’t know a thing, that’s facts
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| I’ve been living life in the background
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| Pop a pill, then I’m back down
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| I just wanna feel right now
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| I just wanna feel right now
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| Is it too late for me
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| Or is this all I’ll ever be?
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| Yeah, I needed substance, I needed something
|
| I needed pills, couldn’t sit still
|
| I need your flesh, nape of your neck
|
| Just tell me you love me, fuck all the rest
|
| Yeah, I needed substance, I needed something
|
| I needed pills, couldn’t sit still
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| I need your flesh, nape of your neck
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| Just tell me you love me, fuck all the rest |