Addicted to The Cure

Addicted to The Cure
(© Words and Music by Andy Hill)

What might have been love was a three-ring circus
Of tightrope walkers and tangled nets in a tumbling blur
Setting up and breaking down
Rebuild it in another town
You should have been a temporary stop on a whirl wind tour

But Iím addicted to the cure
Addicted to the cure

My lover was a billboard
When my private life was an exaggeration of a caricature
Now Iím drawn to you like a disciple to
Mary Magdalena or the Babylon whore

Iím addicted to the cure
Addicted to the cure
Whatever my symptoms were
Iím addicted to the cure

You said, ďNobodyís perfect, especially you,
But modest imperfection I can endureĒ
You led me through with hands so sure
Now Iím healed thatís true
But addicted to the cure

You said if this is getting serious
Then I need to brand you
We need a ritual to keep us pure
You painted my face
Then you lowered yourself
And like a rainbow trout to a shiny lure

Iím addicted to the cure
Addicted to the cure
Whatever my symptoms were
Iím addicted to the cure

Iím addicted to the cure
Addicted to the cure
Whoever my victims were
Iím addicted to the cure
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