I Can’t Stay Away
This is wrong
I should be gone
Yet here we lay
'Cause I can't stay away
Roses bloom
In your dirty room
I come to play
'Cause I can't stay away
No I can't stay away-ay
I'm conflicted
I inhale now I'm addicted
To this place
To you babe
I can't stay away
Can't stay away
We get up, we go down
Then we go one more round
It's wrong, they say
I can't stay a- I can't stay away
No I can't stay a- I can't stay away
I was numb
For you I come
Night and day
And I can't stay away
No I can't stay away
I'm conflicted
I inhale now I'm addicted
To this place
To you babe
I can't stay away
Can't stay away
We get up, we go down
Then we go one more round
It's wrong, they say
I can't stay a- I can't stay away
No I can't stay a- I can't stay away
I wish I could
Leave and never return
Baby, I know I should
But for you I'd burn
Stay away
'Cause I can't stay away-ay
I'm conflicted
I inhale now I'm addicted
To this place
To you babe
I can't stay away
Can't stay away
We get up, we go down
Then we go one more round
It's wrong, they say
I can't stay a- I can't stay away
No I can't stay a- I can't stay away
I can't stay away
I can't stay away
I can't stay away
I can't stay away
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