| I ain’t the kind to stick around without it
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| It’d be a crime 'cause man I’m all about it
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| It’s in my blood
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| It keeps me breathin'
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| It’s like a drug — gotta have the feeling
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| It’s been awhile since I’ve seen your face
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| What a shame, what a waste
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| I’ve been up, I’ve been down
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| I’ve been kicked to the ground
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| But I can’t get my mind off of you
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| So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
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| Hopin' you wanted me to
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| I’m better than I was before
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| I’m knocking at your door
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| I’m coming back for more
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| Some say it’s love
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| Some say it’s hate
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| I’m here to tell you it’s never too late
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| If you don’t use it
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| Man you’re gonna lose it
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| Your sweet little nothings are what I call music
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| It’s been awhile since I’ve seen your face
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| What a shame, what a waste
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| I’ve been up, I’ve been down
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| I’ve been kicked to the ground
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| But I can’t get my mind off of you
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| So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
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| Hopin' you wanted me to
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| I’m better than I was before
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| I’m knocking at your door
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| I’m coming back for more
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| I keep comin' back, comin' back for more
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| I keep comin' back, yeah I need a little more
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| I keep comin' back, comin' back for more
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| I keep comin' back… back…back
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| I’ve been up, I’ve been down
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| I’ve been kicked to the ground
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| But I can’t get my mind off of you
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| So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
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| Hopin' you wanted me to
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| I’m better than I was before
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| I’m knocking at your door
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| I’m coming back for more
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| I keep comin' back, comin' back for more |