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Bad Habit

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 04.06.2012

You're my bad habit
I'm trying not to love you like I do
(It's no use, you know no use, you know there's no)
You're my bad habit
Somehow I don't wanna be rid of you
(It's no use, you know there's no use, yeah)

Always got someone out looking for you
And sometimes I just wanna knock you out
I think I've lost half of my brain
Clinically I'm insane
Cause I feel for you babe
You're the best I've ever had

You're my bad habit
I'm trying not to love you like I do
(It's no use, you know there's no use, you know there's no)
You're my bad habit
Somehow I don't wanna be rid of you
(It's no use, you know there's no use, yeah)

You've done me so wrong
But you love me so right
There's more than one reason
Why you shouldn't be in my life
To tell you I don't want you no more
Would be a lie
So I gotta step back
And accept the fact
That you're my, you're my bad habit

You're my bad habit
I'm trying not to love you like I do
(It's no use, you know there's no use, you know there's no)
You're my bad habit
Somehow I don't wanna be rid of you
(It's no use, you know there's no use, yeah)


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