addicted

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i have the chills

but not in the same way

addicted to you

barely get through the day

i have the shakes

nothing will be the same

so lost before you

lost before you came

i have a heart beating

racing through the day

don't wanna treat the disorder

in your arms i'd stay

i have a sickness

and no cure is okay

you are the cure and disorder

to stay this way i pray

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