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Help me, I think |
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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 |
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I'm in trouble 'cause you're a rambler and gambler |
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Like 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, I think |
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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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I've seen a lot of hot, hot blazes |
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Come down to smoke and ash |
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And we love our lovin' |
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But not like we love our freedom |
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Sweet freedom |
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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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Didn't it feel good? |
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Didn't it feel good? |
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Didn't it feel good? |
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Didn't it feel good? |
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Help me, I think |
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I'm falling in love with you |
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Are you gonna 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 |
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And flirting around and hurting too |
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We love our lovin' |
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But not like we love our freedom |
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Sweet freedom |
