She's like a fire
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Wasting and blew my top
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Just like the bad stuff,
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One touch and you can't shake it off.
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Paid off the doctor, (paid him off)
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And begged the surgeon please, (Begged him please)
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Write my prescription,
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I'm dating a crying disease.
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CHORUS:
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She came to break the spell,
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But now my head's not well,
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I can't seem to kick her,
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All she does is make me sicker.
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Can't control myself,
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Back to my fading hell,
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Through the smoke and liquor,
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All she does is make me sicker.
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For prone disaster,
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I cracked the beauty queen,
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I made a killing machine.
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She'll hypnotize you,
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And fill your mind with doubt,
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Just like a sick bay,
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Too weak and you'll never get out.
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CHORUS:
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She came to break the spell,
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But now my head's not well,
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I can't seem to kick her,
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All she does is make me sicker.
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Can't control myself,
|
Back to my fading hell,
|
Through the smoke and liquor,
|
All she does is make me sicker.
|
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She came to break the spell,
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She knows my head's not well,
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Every time I lick her,
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All it does is make me sicker.
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Whoa
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Help me now I'll be okay,
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Let me out and I know I'll be okay,
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Weigh me down and I know I'll be okay.
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I'm turning faster,
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She's coursing through my blood,
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Lying on my death bed,
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She's looking to pull the plug.
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She came to break the spell,
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She knows my head's not well,
|
I can't seem to kick her,
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All she does is make me sicker.
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I can't control myself,
|
Back to my fading hell,
|
Through the smoke and liquor,
|
All she does is make me sicker.
|
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She came to break the spell,
|
And now my head's not well,
|
I can't seem to kick her,
|
All she does is make me sicker.
|
I can't control myself,
|
Back to my fading hell,
|
Every time I lick her,
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All it does is make me sicker.
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Sicker
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| Flashlight Brown |
