| I’m back to school
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| You teach your rules
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| And thanks to you
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| I’ll graduate a sinner
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| What if I choose
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| To cave in and lose
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| Your game so cruel
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| And win a shiver
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| And win a shiver
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| Taste of sweet and tragic
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| I’m too high to feel the panic
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| Be my soul trigger
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| You’re my toxic habit
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| Just a sip now I’m fanatic
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| You’re my soul trigger
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| Soul trigger
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| And what you see
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| Is what you need
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| For what you need
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| I could be the trigger
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| Unseal my soul
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| And let it flow
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| So let’s get soaked
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| In a stream of liquor
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| In a stream of liquor
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| Taste of sweet and tragic
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| I’m too high to feel the panic
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| Be my soul trigger
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| You’re my toxic habit
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| Just a sip now I’m fanatic
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| You’re my soul trigger
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| Soul trigger
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| And once that we bite it
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| Feels kind of frightening
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| Tastes bittersweet
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| But I know that our love’s bigger
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| I’m love digger
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| And then we collided
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| And I decided
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| That I had to go
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| But you will always be my soul trigger
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| No matter what
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| You’re in everything I make
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| You’re the taste of my skin
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| Every sin, you’re my fate
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| And your sun is a flame in my veins
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| It’s gun only shooting to release the pain
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| Contain my soul in a summer
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| Your smell keeps me calmer
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| While your air makes me dumber
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| But to me you’re a mother
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| You’re the heroes, you’re the fighters
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| I’m your son and I still love you
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| Taste of sweet and tragic
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| I’m too high to feel the panic
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| Be my soul trigger
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| You’re my toxic habit
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| Just a sip now I’m fanatic
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| You’re my soul trigger
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| Kinda telepathic
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| In another way romantic
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| You’re my soul trigger
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| It could be traumatic
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| But the need is more then panic
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| You’re my soul trigger
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| Soul trigger |