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Lifting me up like a garage door
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on
I know you Lord are a jealous lord
I know the tablet is your competition
And I need for you to be reasonable
How much?
She said for three hundred dollars
I'll do it
Beating me down just like a rain storm
I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on
I know the skin is a jealous skin
I know the sky it is its competition