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Stuck on you


I heard you driving in my car, then in a frozen bar. And I claimed I didn't care for you. But your verse got trapped inside my head, over and over again. You played yourself to death in me.
I thought I'd drop you easily, but that was not to be, you burrowed like a summer tic. So, you invade my sleep and confuse my dreams, turn my nights to sleepless itch.

Stuck on you 'till the end of time, I'm too tired to fight your rhyme. Stuck on you 'till the end of time, you've got me paralyzed.

Holding on the telephone, I hear your midrange moan. You're everywhere inside my room. Even when I'm alone I hear your mellow drone, you're everywhere inside of me.


Stuck on you 'till the end of time, I'm too tired to fight your rhyme. Stuck on you 'till the end of time, you got me trapped inside


I can't escape your incessant whine, when you beam it out all across the sky. No, I can't escape your insipid rhyme when you shoot it deep straight into my mind.

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