| I love the smell of you on me in the morning
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| I love the taste of whiskey on your breath
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| That’s right
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| I love that you could give me when you’re talking dirty
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| I love the little noises you make
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| When I put you to the dance
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why do things always have to change?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way?
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| I love the way I feel when you’re screaming oh my god
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| It’s alright now baby
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| I love the way you make me bleed
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| When your nails are digging in my back
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why do things always have to change?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way?
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| I love the thought of to be bound forever
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| But it don’t makes sense
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| Maybe when I’ll
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| I hate the way I feel when I’m empty and broken
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| The fucking time
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| I love the way it feels whenever …
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why do things always have to change?
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| Oh, why is it always?
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| Why does good always feels this way? |