| Every time you come around
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| You’ve got me feeling good
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| So the bad boy
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| So the sadly misunderstood
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| Always try to talk to me
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| I don’t know what to say
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| Wonder why that thing about you
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| Got me so amazed
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| Ashamed of my desire
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| Just can’t put out the fire
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| Didn’t build it up
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| To watch it fall
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| Oh you make me go insane, oh yeah
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| Now you got me up
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| Against the wall, oh
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| Biting the bullet again
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| Where do you go?
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| What do you say?
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| I don’t wanna be obsessed
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| I wanna take a rest from
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| Trying to be
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| And trying to say
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| It’s gonna break me
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| If I’m biting the bullet again, woah
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| Every touch I feel that this is
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| Never gonna fade
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| Knowing with certainty: it is too late!
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| Looking at ya, feeling that ya
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| May be my demise
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| I’m forgetting everything
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| I used to think was wise
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| I’ll let you take me higher
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| Your taste, your smell — it’s fire
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| Didn’t build it up
|
| To watch it fall
|
| Oh you make me go insane, oh yeah
|
| Now you got me up
|
| Against the wall, oh
|
| Biting the bullet again
|
| Where do you go?
|
| What do you say?
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| I don’t wanna be obsessed
|
| I wanna take a rest from
|
| Trying to be
|
| And trying to say
|
| It’s gonna break me
|
| If I’m biting the bullet again
|
| Biting the bullet
|
| Where do you go?
|
| What do you say?
|
| I don’t wanna be obsessed
|
| I wanna take a rest from
|
| Trying to be
|
| And trying to say
|
| It’s gonna break me
|
| If I’m biting the bullet again
|
| Your taste, your smell — it’s fire
|
| Where do you go?
|
| What do you say?
|
| I don’t wanna be obsessed
|
| I wanna take a rest from
|
| Trying to be
|
| And trying to say
|
| It’s gonna break me
|
| If I’m biting the bullet again
|
| Your taste, your smell — it’s fire
|
| Didn’t build it up
|
| To watch it fall
|
| Oh you make me go insane, oh yeah
|
| Now you got me up
|
| Against the wall, oh
|
| Biting the bullet again
|
| Where do you go?
|
| What do you say?
|
| I don’t wanna be obsessed
|
| I wanna take a rest from
|
| Trying to be
|
| And trying to say
|
| It’s gonna break me
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| If I’m biting the bullet again |