| Dark, fell into you in the dark
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| The static moment your fingertips
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| My hands, your hips all night
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| Lips, I love the taste of your lips
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| Your body moving in close to me
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| Your energy inside
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| Turn me around I’m caught in your storm
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| A tidal wave pulled me from the shore
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| I want the wrong kind of good stuff
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| You got the right kind of bad love
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| Got me electric, got me all charged
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| Burnin' me up go sound the alarm
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| I want the wrong kind of good stuff
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| You got the right kind of bad love
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| Hands, we’re only bodies and hands
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| And when you’re touching me
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| Time just stops the ticking clock
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| Unwinds, rewinds again
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| Turn me around I’m caught in your storm
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| A tidal wave pulled me from the shore
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| I want the wrong kind of good stuff
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| You got the right kind of bad love
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| Got me electric, got me all charged
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| Burnin' me up go sound the alarm
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| I want the wrong kind of good stuff
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| You got the right kind of bad love
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| You’re like a cigarette
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| I just need to take a hit
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| I put you to my lips over and over again
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| I try to catch my breath
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| But I’m just breathing you in
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| You got the right kind of bad love
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| You got the right kind of bad love
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| Turn me around I’m caught in your storm
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| A tidal wave pulled me from the shore
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| I want the wrong kind of good stuff
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| You got the right kind of bad love
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| Got me electric, got me all charged
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| Burnin' me up go sound the alarm
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| I want the wrong kind of good stuff
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| You got the right kind of bad love
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| You got the right kind of bad love |