| Coming back in the evenings
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| You leave your mark on my soul
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| Crickets singing in the summer heat
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| And I think I’m losing control
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| Want your body so bad, baby
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| Want what’s in your mind
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| Give me something to reach for
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| Like there’s still magic to find
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| And your lips, they tremble for my kiss
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| Your mama’s pretty and your daddy’s rich
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| And I got nothing but dreams
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| But I’ll be working like a son of a bitch
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| 'Til I get you what you need
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| Your hands, my hips (My hips), close calls (Close calls)
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| We risk it all
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| Like lovers we’ll be racing towards the cliff
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| Oh
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| 'Cause I loved you all my life
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| Let the music roar and the wildflowers grow high
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| Not a thing I’d change
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| Not a moment that I’d miss
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this, I know, oh
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| It doesn’t get any better than this |