My name is mister Jones I get inside your bones I know just how to make you tweek you soon will be my freak because I know what you need I control your mind I roll up your sleeves I make ties that bind you`ll soon be begging on your knees you`ve got the disease all your money belongs to me you`ve got the disease I can`t seem to live without you without you whats the point I wasn`t born with a silver burnt spoon Mr. Jones do I still have any choice ?
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