| You’re so bad for me
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| And I know it
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| But here I am in your arms
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| And, yeah, we’re quiet like a secret
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| But it’s just the calm before the storm
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| Cause baby, your lips like fire
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| And my blood like gasoline
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| When we’re striking
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| Burning up everything
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| Smoke is rising
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| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| Your lips like fire
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| Ignite my gasoline
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| My blood like gasoline
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| Your voice follows like an echo
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| Won’t someone wake me from this dream
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| The bluest skies turn to black clouds
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| And the wind is drowning out my screams
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| Cause baby, your lips like fire
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| And my blood like gasoline
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| When we’re striking
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| Burning up everything
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| Smoke is rising
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| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| Your lips like fire
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| Ignite my gasoline
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| My blood like gasoline
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| Ignite my gasoline
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| My blood like gasoline
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| Late at night, telling me «if I was a rose
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| You’ll be the thorns and you won’t get better»
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| But I say «baby, you’re more like a stab»
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| Stand in the rain cause I like the weather
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| Even though when we’re done know I’ve left these ashes
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| Baby those lips like fire
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| My blood like gasoline
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| Sparked the fire
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| That burned down everything
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| Lips like fire
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| And my blood like gasoline
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| When we’re striking
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| Burning up everything
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| Smoke is rising
|
| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| Your lips like fire
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| Ignite my gasoline
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| My blood like gasoline
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| Ignite my gasoline
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| Cause baby your lips like fire
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| Left burns all over me |