I've got too much energy to switch off my mind,
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but not enough to get myself organized.
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My heart is heavy--my head is confused,
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And my aching little soul--has started burning blue!
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CHORUS
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I can't give you up, till I've got more than enough.
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So infect me with your love--
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Nurse me into sickness. Nurse me back to health.
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Endow me with the gifts--of the man made world.
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When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy,
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And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed.
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CHORUS
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Take me by the hands and walk me to the end of the pier.
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Run your fingers through my hair,
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and tell me what I wanna hear--
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Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth
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from my scrotum to your womb, --your cradle to my tomb.
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CHORUS
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Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health
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And tell me what it is that I want in this world!!
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Infected
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