A/N: This is about no-one in particular, just my idea of a dangerous romance that could develop into abuse very easily.
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You're like rotten fruit—you taste too sweet
You're warm like wine and I'm just as addicted
Breaking away's an impossible feat
And things unfolded just like I predicted
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I can't help but want you more
First kiss was a gateway drug
There's no lock left on the door
No there's no lock left on the door
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You're the burn marks on my hands
Left there when I was in your arms
Your fingers sear like iron brands
You promised me you'd do no harm
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I can't help but want you more
First kiss was a gateway drug
There's no lock left on the door
No there's no lock left on the door
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Is it because you blister like fire?
Like green pine branches soaked in wine
I'm drawn as thin as new-wrought wire
Burn me please just one more time
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I can't help but want you more
First kiss was a gateway drug
There's no lock left on the door
No there's no lock left on the door
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Fire and alcohol a dang'rous combination
You're the only thing that warms me or keeps me awake
Always looking for you in desperation
It would feel cold to burn at the stake
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I can't help but want you more
First kiss was a gateway drug
There's no lock left on the door
No there's no lock left on the door
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I'm listening to naught but angsty love songs lately and I think it's showing.