I want you, but I don't.
I'll feed on you when I'm bored.
I'll call on you in my mind.
Oh I'll see you when I'm dying.
You're that habit I must drop.
Coz I could be the worst of the crop.
I've got to sweat you out of my pores
Coz you're not magic anymore.
I'll feed on you when I'm bored.
I'll call on you in my mind.
Oh I'll see you when I'm dying.
You're that habit I must drop.
Coz I could be the worst of the crop.
I've got to sweat you out of my pores
Coz you're not magic anymore.
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