21 lyrics for "Like gasoline"

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed
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Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always
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And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed
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He bought two-fifths of lead free gasoline Said, the bottle is dusty, but my engine is clean He bought a nice blue suit with the money he could find If his bride didn't like it, St Peter wouldn't mind Now I lie here so out-of-breath And over-opiated
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I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair Watching miles go by Like she just don't care Looking at me with One thing on her mind Stopped and got a little gasoline at the old bean peak
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I'm her getaway driver Her getaway driver So I keep the engine running She'll be my gasoline She treats my heart like a stolen car All the while she had the keys Standing in the line of fire When she's feeling reckless Tangled in her messes
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And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed
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And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed
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What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine Give him a half pint of
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And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed
Play