I get up early in the morning
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It's up and out with the sun
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Spending my day making natural highs
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And in the evening when my work is done
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I make a phone call from the hotel
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Speak to my woman each day
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I tell my lady that I'm missing her
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And I hope she feels the same
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At least she knows that I'm not
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Sharing out our love
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With the midnight drug
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You spend your day in an in-joke
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Pouring your life in a glass of ice
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And no one's laughing but the monkey in you
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Paranoia for the highest price
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You make a phone call from the hotel
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Spending your life in the night
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The kind of women who don't come for free
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But then I guess they know you'll pay the price
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If they can keep you up
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They know you've got what turns them on
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The midnight drug
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How many times must we tell you
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Just how much we care
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You must know how we love you
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But we can't even meet half-way
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Well I've got something to tell you
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If you can only take it in
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I think you're worthy of a better cause
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If you can just stop looking for
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What you never get enough of
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The midnight drug
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Your kind of sugar is a sweet club
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I like my sugar in tea
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You spend your life going faster
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There's no surviving if you crash at speed
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Now, I'm not saying that I'm wrong or right
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But that the truth is plain to see
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I get my kicks from my friends and their love
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It's the kind of love that comes for free
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They're the kind of friends
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That you don't find when you go looking for
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They only pick you up then let you fall
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'Till you come back for more
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Of the midnight drug
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Midnight Drug
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Barclay James Harvest |