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The 'puter's are on, but no one's home,
Your hands are not your own.
Your heart sweats, your body shakes,
Another post is what it takes.

You can't drive, you can't shop.
There's no doubt you're eating slop.
Your your eyes are dry, you can't see.
Another cork is all you need.

You like to think you're immune to her stuff , oh yeah!
Closer to the truth to say ya can't get enough,
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to seph.

You see the screen, but you cant read.
Computers run at a different speed,
Your heart beats in double time,
Another chat about Heinlein.
Oh! One track mind, you can't be saved,
A faster modem is all you crave,
More memory, fast CPU;
You download, what others do.

Oh! You like to think your immune to her stuff, oh yeah!
Closer to the truth to say ya can't get enough,
You're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to seph.

Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.
Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.
Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.
Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.

Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.

The lights are on, but you're not home.
Your will is not your own.
Your heart sweats, your teeth grind;
Another chat, oh, fuck the time!!

Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.
Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.
Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.
Might as well face it, you're addicted to seph.

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