So here's the full version (Puretone's Addiction modified here):
I got two pale hands holdin' on the handlebars
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's nothing I can do to reverse the gain
I'm looking down to the street below
There's nothing in the way they move too slow
They don't know what I know
They don't hunger for the beast below
Listening to the roadnoise I feel so out of place
There's a certain something missing that the traffic can't erase
I know you can tell just by looking at my face
A word about my weakness
I'm totally addicted to my ACE
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's nothing I can do to reverse the gain
I'm looking down to the street below
There's nothing in the way they move too slow
They don't know what I know
They don't hunger for the beast below
Listening to the roadnoise I feel so out of place
There's a certain something missing that the traffic can't erase
I know you can tell just by looking at my face
A word about my weakness
I'm totally addicted to my ACE
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