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The only questions that I get from you
Are: ‘Why are we here?’ and ‘Where are the roads all leading to?’
There’s all kind of places to go from here
But why leave now just to get your fair share of the view
Oh, it’s you
you sold your soul and you jumped the queue
You’re paying money
Take off your shirt
Close your eyes and tell them where it hurts
They are the sickness, I’m the cure
Yes
I will love you more
I will love you more
There’s no greater crime than to hide away
Turn on the lights and let your admirers see your face
The conversation that we had last night
was out of sight
I asked for your hand but
Oh, you don’t know
You sold your soul to the radio shows
You’re paying money
Take off your shirt
Close your eyes and tell them where it hurts
They are the sickness, I’m the cure
Yes
I will love you more
I will love you so much more
I don’t know what you’ve been promised
You haven’t seen much of it yet
You’ll hang around
They’ll lead you on
Until they throw you right back, right back, right back
You’re paying money
Take off your shirt
Close your eyes and you tell them where it hurts
They are the sickness, I’m the cure
Yes
I will love you more
I will love you so much more
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