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I light your wooden door, baby
I never want to leave, baby
If I could rule the night, baby
I turn it into one
That would never leave us dry
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm high on you
I like your rugged cross, baby
I don't pray in churches, baby
I got nowhere to worship, baby
Because there isn't him
I don't need a monument
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm high on you
I'm a terrorist in my heart
I'm tearing it all apart
I'm a terrorist in my heart
I'm tearing it all apart
I've never had anything like that
Yeah
Yeah
A little way you feel
Baby
The morning sun is drunk
You need a ride
Baby, drinking of your soul
Baby, and everything I know
It's a week of body clothes
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 on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
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