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 I cant 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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