It's coming down the mainline
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Coming on like prime time
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It blinks at you like a neon sign
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But the shit and the mud and the dirt
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It sticks
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I've got a call on the other line
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It's just the boss telling me I'm fine
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Am I a law breaker
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Soul shaker
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Or a pussy little singer
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With nothing to hide
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Here comes the sickness
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It's calling you home
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Here comes the sickness
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Wrap your arms around me
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And I'll take you all the way now
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Cause this is sickness
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You're my (next) mistress
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Don't wanna miss this
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Cause this is sickness
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I've got a cellar of fine wine
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Just pop one more
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And you'll feel sublime
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Am I a lawbreaker
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Soulshaker
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Heart breaker
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No I'm the sickness
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You wanna run
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You run as fast as you can
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I'm calling
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I'm like an open sore
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With a rotten core
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They've got me photocopied
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Faxed, filed and e-mailed
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So don't stop digging now
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You're only half way out
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This hole gets bigger by the day
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Don't put your shovel down
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So raise your voice up high
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And scream a war cry
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Say "I'm too young to die
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for this rich mans lie"
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Raise your voice up high
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And scream a war cry
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Live within the moment
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Get back on the downtime
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You want it all but it takes some time
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Regime change is a state of mind
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But who needs "freedom"
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When you've got no arms or legs?
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This is sickness
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Sickness
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