You take me to heaven from deeper than hell ever dug And you fly me higher than a trip on a magical rug Confessions unravel You bang with your gavel And here I stand guilty In a court where you are the judge You`re the drug You`ve got to come on round and pick me up You`ve my drug And I don`t ever know if I can give you up Well you bring me colour where once I had just black and white Now I have rainbows appearing round here in the night Our true loving is growing And passion is flowing Well I don`t need any cigarettes or beer from a jug You`re my drug You`ve got to come on round and pick me up You`re my drug Well you can slow me down or quick me up You`re my drug Well you can spill me down and lick me up You`re my drug And I don`t ever know if I can give you up
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