I'm strung out on you Baby if ask you to dance for me in our bedroom Don't forget the high-heel shoes I'm strung out on you Even for the things you do
it Without shame I used it There is just one thing that I can't let go When it comes to you I just can't say no CHORUS Strung Out on you baby
past your frown and cheated You're feeling like there must be more to life than this Strung out again I strung out again Strung out again Strung out again Strung
tell me to talk, all day and all night I'm gonna be talkin', 'cause I'm strung out and well I'm strung out on you, I'm strung out, strung out, baby, on you Strung
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all along You strung me out You strung me out You strung me out, you strung me out You strung me out, you strung me out You strung me out, you strung
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Fate leave on my doorstep A soldier, a soldier A feeble, a fortune I long for, I long for Ever so secret, I see What's in store for me? I won't let it
What is that you said Gotta whistle in the wind yea go down go down go down Fear for me and I will fear for you, fear, fear Fear whistles in the wind
'll end Strung out again Standin', smilin' from fantasy island Movin' in at my marks, refreshen a bit But the tides comin' in And I'm strung out again Strung
I present to you the present I present to you my gift here and now I know that I'm hearing it now I present to you my undying love Eyes with sight farther
Tiny hands, recycled cans, the metal bands, I could not stand The time you cried and threw your crayons across the floor These are the things, I think
I'm an addict, you're my drug I'm strung out, on your love Gotta have it, when I want it There's no other I'm all strung out No way (keep it comin',
you. Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage. Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage. Inflamed, in every other way, in every other way. Look down, I'm strung
Refräng: I'm so strung out and now I don't know what to do should I take my life away dear God or will you pull me through? I'm so strung out some
me some-!! Chorus: I'm so strung out and now I don't know what to do should I just take my life away dear God or will you pull me through? I'm so strung
rhyme and meter and your war of words began to meet its Hell today. Hold your words against the sun. It's like high-strung poets on a porcelain string
See the long thin shadow of the reaper See the long thin shadow of the rope I feel the finger of hunger I feel the blade upon this throat Shut the door
