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(s. weiland)
I got you
But it’s the craving for the good life
That sees me through troubled times
When the mind begins to wander to the spoon
And I got you
Because your there to bend and nurture me through these
Troubled times
’cause the fix begins to twist my troubled mind
And I got you to paint the sorrow on my day
And I got you to paint the roses on my grave
And I got you
I got you
But it’s the feeling that I get when your away
Twist my mind ’cause I’m all alone and cold, gone I feel like dyin’
And I got you to fill the craving that I get inside my mind
When you’re there to fill the space I have inside, I feel like crying
And I got you to paint the sorrow on my day
And I got you to paint the roses on my grave
And I got you
All the slippin’ that I slap me
I got you, I got you
All the slippin’ that I slap me
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