| We’re making this bust together
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| You’re taking my mind off of the pressure
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| I’m gone with the wind, high like a feather
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| Your love is like codeine
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| Girl, I get stoned on you
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| Rubbing my bones on you
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| Nothing else burns like you
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| Ripping my shirt off you
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| There’s something about the way you shiver
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| Even in the morning
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| Girl, I get stoned
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| And I’ll take a bullet for you right now
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| Just to keep you in my lungs
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| Girl, I get stoned on you
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| Rubbing my bones on you
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| Nothing else burns like you (oh)
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| Ripping my shirt off you (oh yeah)
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| My fingertips
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| On your lips
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| My racing hands
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| Down your hips
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| Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
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| Girl, I get stoned on you
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| Rubbing my bones on you (yeah)
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| Nothing else burns like you do
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| Oh Lord, I get stoned on you, oh
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| Stoned!
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| Girl, I get stoned on you
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| Rubbing my bones on you (rubbing my bones on you, oh)
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| Nothing else burns like you (nothing ever burns like you)
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| Ripping my shirt off you
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| Oh, you get me so stoned
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| Out of my mind
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| Out of my mind
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| Out of my mind |