One More Night
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Mickey is released from prison after serving 8 years. Much has changed, but some things always remain the same.
This fic is inspired by "One More Night" by Maroon 5
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, making me love you.
I stopped using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm 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
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