The strong addiction
The opposition can't forget
It grows in their minds
Taking them high
When the power is empty
The opposition cry out loud
Trying or planning their evil way
They can't live without their supplies
Every tap seems to turn dry
Every drop tickles out like dry sand
The milking can't be had
They feel they can't survive
Every waking hour
Finding ways to return
The gates have all closed
They still can't get into their heads
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