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I'm drawn to trouble |
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A back door lust for her |
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I know it's wrong |
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But I'm doing it again |
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My pulse is racing |
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My mind is chasing thoughts of the after taste of what makes me fiend for more |
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I've gone too far |
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And I'll do it again |
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(Just for a taste of anything that's laced with innocence) |
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I've gone too far |
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The morning after the damage is done for now |
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But I know it will come back and take me again |
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I'm tangled in |
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I'm tangled in her moves as my conscience takes the back seat to my hands that can't refrain |
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I've gone too far |
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And I'll do it again |
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(Just for the taste of anything that's laced with innocence) |
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I've gone too far |
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I must confess that there's nowhere left for me to go |
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So I'll dive right in again |
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Its dark enough in here so don't turn on the lights |
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Because I don't want to appear |
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I'll dive right in again |
