I'm addicted to the thought of you,
On a lonely summer's night.
I'm addicted to the things you do,
No matter wrong or right.

I'm addicted to your slightest touch,
You make my mind go blank.
Yes, I'm addicted; Some say you're my crutch,
I don't care to be quite frank.

For an addict doesn't know their sick,
So where does that place me?
I guess I am a lunatic,
Because I'd rather not be free...

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