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Got a taste, i'm an addict, never get over,

never go cold turket and finally turn sober,

no surprise since Stacey left me i haven't been

the same man in the beginning i am now at the end,

cause how could such feeling see an exit and just

jump out a moving car window, exit window left, such rush,

god must be a comedian, it's all fine,

i can live with being the perfect image of his punch line,

all that's once mine in the shape of a girl,

leaves me abruptly with a curtsy and a twirl,

i've learned good love never asks for a thing,

and i've been in "good love" that made me sing,

couldn't wipe the smile off my face with that dancer,

now i can't find the right way to answer,

can't even place one smile on my face,

just the thought of us speeds up my hearts pace.