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Tongue-tied, restless, and wanting
Looks like you might bite, you might bite
Breathin in, breathin out, you're weakened
The poison's hit your mind, your mind.
Time's ticking and its got ya thinking,
You're happy with your life, your life
You're jaded, slated and singled out
by all those chains that bind, that bind
Take a jet plane my way lately
Cause now you are mine, you are mine
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