you've got mail   the stuff i live for   digital heroin   my drug of choice   (no time for toys)   i got burnt from sitting in the lcd sun      i'd walk a mile   for just one more file   f.b.i.   knocking on my door   telling me no more      21 + 4 =   (17 + more)   my new bracelets hurt      i'd walk a mile   for just one more file   i'd walk a mile   for just one more file      public scar   let her know i meant no harm   i just got stuck   (you twisted fuck)   innocence is just a click away      i'd walk a mile   for just one more file   i'd walk a mile   for just one more file   i'd walk a mile   for just one more file