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I like your wooden door, baby |
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I never want to leave, baby |
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If I could rule the night, baby |
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I'd turn it into white |
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There wouldn't _?_ |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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High on you |
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I like your rugged cross, baby |
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I don't pray in churches, baby |
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I got nowhere to worship, baby |
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Because it isn't him |
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I don't need a _?_ man |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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High on you |
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Terrorist in my heart |
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Tearin' it all apart |
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Terrorist in my heart |
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Tearin' it all apart |
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I love the way you feel, baby |
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The mornin' startin' drunk, baby |
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Drinking of your soul, baby |
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And everything I know |
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Digs the way your body glows |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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High on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high on you |
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I'm getting high |
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Corrupting in the air |
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I really need you |
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You got two play rides |
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I really love them |
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My we're getting high |
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Are we getting high |
