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1, 2, 3, 4, gimme more 'Cause I think we're going down What you need it for? Buzz the world around We're going right back to the borderline Now, you should save yourself I'm on my own No Huston, no one else 'Cause every time I think I'm fine You keep on dreaming up A hundred different ways To cause hysteria Am I insane, am I blind? I just can't seem to trust Too many regulations Coming back at you We're running out Of money, of love, of luck We're running out Of languish, of fame, of bread We're running out Something tells me that I'm fine But when I get enough Another one Wouldn't be too much And still I chew it up And spit it out It's too big to swallow Got enough for everyone So here we go Oh, let's see how far That we can run Before this gig is over I hear the warning signs On everybody's stereo Do you love what you like? What would you do for more? You kept on dancing Underneath the burning floor We're running out Of money, of drugs, of comforts We're running out Of drugs, of patience, of air We're running out We're running out Of money, of love, of luck We're running out Of languish, of fame, of bread We're running out Of money, of drugs, of comforts We're running out Of drugs, of patience, of air We're running out