| The prey of the beast screamed
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| bloody murder
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| the line is so fine between
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| hoping and hurting
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| former believers they beg for release
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| as love looking down on them
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| Smiles and picks his teeth
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| trapped in between heaven and hell
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| he knows all the secrets
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| and don’t want to tell
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| there’s nowhere to run and there’s
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| nowhere to hide
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| love knows you all too well
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| He will find you
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| Love is the ghost haunting your head
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| love is the killer you thought
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| was your friend
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| love is the creature who lives
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| in the dark
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| sneaks up, will stick you
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| and painfully pick you apart
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| Love is a poet, love sings the songs
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| pointing his finger you follow along
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| voices are calling,
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| the monster wants out of you
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| paws you and claws you, you try not to fall
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| Love is the leech, sucking you up love is a vampire, drunk on your blood
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| love is the beast that will
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| tear out your heart
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| hungrily lick it and
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| painfully pick it apart
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| (Repeats)
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| Love is a ghost, haunting your head
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| love is the killer you thought
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| was your friend
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| Love is the teacher who lives in the dark
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| sneak up and stick you
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| and painfully pick you apart |