Never Enough
Fetish
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Sitting my legs cold
Conning myself into believing
That he is still here
And this is not depression I’m feeling
Selling your soul to the devil
And the devils pipe
Another day tonight
Trying to cross that finish line
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Never, never, enough
It’s never ever ever ever ever enough
Raising my hands to my face
I can feel it coming
As soon as I reach the top
Down I will come tumbling
He doesn't love you you know
He just rushes you for your money
And your hands are so deep
In that pot of sour honey
Never, never, enough
It’s never ever ever ever ever enough