My name is mister Jones I get inside your bones I know just how
to make you tweek you soon will be my freak because I know what
you need I control your mind I roll up your sleeves I make ties that
bind you'll soon be begging on your knees you've got the disease
all your money belongs to me you've got the disease I can't seem to
live without you without you what's the point I wasn't born with a silver
burnt spoon Mr. Jones do I still have any choice ?
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