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We need new blood We need new drugs We need new lovers We got so thrown We feel lost at home No milk, no sugar Oh, to be the cream If only a machine could make us dream again We fill our lungs We don't hold our tongues We don't need to prove this We wrest control Think we like this hole? The young and the useless Oh, to be the cream If only a machine could make us dream again We waste our time We hang behind And wait for the others We need new blood We need new drugs We need new lovers From Letras Mania