| I couldn’t stand the smell of smoke
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| Until he lit that cigarette
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| I never felt a temptation
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| Until I smelled it on his breath
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| And the night we first kissed
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| On the balcony alone
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| Well, he tasted like trouble
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| But he felt like my own
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| Oh, bad habit, I can’t be without
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| Oh, bad habit, bittersweet on my mouth
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| We got a long, drawn-out story
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| I don’t want to explain
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| I picked up a bad habit
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| And I’ll never be the same
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| Even after all the love we made
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| All the records we spun
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| I was dying for more
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| Just trying to fill up my lungs
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| But I knew it right then
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| He could never love me back
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| Still, I told myself
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| I’d never feel anything quite like that
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| Oh, bad habit, I can’t be without
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| Oh, bad habit, bittersweet on my mouth
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| We got a long, drawn-out story
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| I don’t want to explain
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| I picked up a bad habit
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| And I’ll never be the same
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| I’ll light it up, breathe it in
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| Let it all go, and I’ll do it again
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| Light it up, breathe it in
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| I swear it almost feels like him
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| I remember when it felt like the first time
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| There ain’t nothing like a first time
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| Bad habit, I’m gonna put you out
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| Oh, bad habit, I will miss you on my mouth
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| But we had a long, drawn-out story
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| And it was bound to end someday
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| Oh, bad habit, oh, bad habit
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| I’ll never be the same |