You took my money, wasted my time
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Make me feel ugly, like living's a crime
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But you got something that money can't buy
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I feel like a junkie, do anything to make you mine
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You fill up my cup, you pack up my bowl
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You heat up my spoon, I got no control
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You line up my stash, you break out my pipe
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You keep me fixed, ooh you run my life
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You shattered my innocence, you laughed at my tears
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You broke down my last defense, you wasted my years
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But you got something that money can't buy
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I feel like a junkie, do anything, anything to make you mine
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[Chorus]
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When I close my eyes, I can still see your ghost
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When I lick my lips, ooh your taste still lingers there
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When I touch my skin, I wonder if it's you I've been living in
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When I feel the pain, it's like you're calling my name
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[Chorus]
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Rock Bottom
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| Justin Guarini |
