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Maron 5- One more Night


You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming 
the door.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping 
score.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no 
more.

But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me
 love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling b
ack to you.

So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night

Trying to tell you "no" but my body keeps on telling you 
"yes".
Trying to tell you to stop, but your lipstick got me so out of
 breath.
I'd be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
And I'd be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.

But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me
 love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to
 you.

So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night

Yeah, baby give me one more night [x3]

But baby there you go again, there you go again making me
 love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night
(Yeah, baby give me one more night)

So I cross my heart and I hope to die (yeah, yeah)
That I'll only stay with you one more night (yeah, yeah)
And I know I said it a million times (yeah, yeah)
But I'll only stay with you one more night (yeah, yeah)

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