| Help me
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| I think I’m falling in love again
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| When I get that crazy feeling
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| I know I’m in trouble again, I’m in trouble
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| 'Cause you’re a rambler and a gambler
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| And a sweet talking ladies' man
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| And you love your lovin'
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| But not like you love your freedom
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| Help me
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| I think I’m falling in love too fast
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| It’s got me hoping for the future
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| And worrying about the past
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| 'Cause I’ve seen some hot, hot blazes
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| Come down to smoke and ashes
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| We love our lovin'
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| But not like we love our freedom
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| Oh, didn’t it feel good
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| We were sitting there talking
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| Or lying there not talking
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| Didn’t it feel good
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| You dance with the lady
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| With the hole in her stocking
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| Didn’t it feel good
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| Didn’t it feel good
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| Help me
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| I think I’m falling in love with you
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| Are you going to let me go there by myself
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| That’s such a lonely thing to do
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| Both of us flirting around
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| Flirting and flirting hurting too
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| We love our lovin'
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| But not like we love our freedom |