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I like your wooden doorbaby
I never want to leavebaby
If I could rule the nightbaby
I’d turn it into white
There wouldn’t _? _

I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high on you
High on you

I like your rugged crossbaby
I don’t pray in churchesbaby
I got nowhere to worshipbaby
Because it isn’t him
I don’t need a _? _ man

I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high on you
High on you

Terrorist in my heart
Tearin’ it all apart
Terrorist in my heart
Tearin’ it all apart

I love the way you feelbaby
The mornin’ startin’ drunkbaby
Drinking of your soulbaby
And everything I know
Digs the way your body glows

I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high on you
High on you

I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high on you
I’m getting high

Corrupting in the air
I really need you
You got two play rides
I really love them
My we’re getting high
Are we getting high




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