I love the smell of you on me in the morning
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I love the taste of whiskey on your breath
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That¡¯s right
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I love that you could give me when you¡¯re talking dirty
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I love the little noises you make
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When I put you to the dance
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why do things always have to change?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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I love the way I feel when you¡¯re screaming oh my god
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It¡¯s alright now baby
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I love the way you make me bleed
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When your nails are digging in my back
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why do things always have to change?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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I love the thought of to be bound forever
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But it don¡¯t makes sense
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Maybe when I¡¯ll [?]
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I hate the way I feel when I¡¯m empty and broken
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The fucking time
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I love the way it feels whenever ¡¦
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why do things always have to change?
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Oh, why is it always?
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Why does good always feels this way?
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Why Does It Always
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