| Love ain’t for the faint of heart
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| Start Training, this game is hard
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| And arduous
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| You’re gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park
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| You’re hardly conscious of the stains and scars
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| Enabling your partly clouded logic
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| To pay to impart bliss with arrangements of chocolates, now
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| You’re working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus
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| And you’re willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence
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| If nothing you say when in love is embedded with common sense
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| Then, do you really regret when you’ve shredded your promises?
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| Now, I’ve tested the waters, kid. |
| Sipped it; |
| rippled the pond a bit
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| Visits have been abolished, and this shit’s killing my confidence
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| Is this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment?
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| If you miss chicks when they’re around
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| The phrase «Let's quit» isn’t an option
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| You best fix whatever’s wrong and just move on and get on with it
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| Cause, You’ll catch bigger fish in the sea if you manage not to drown in it
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| It’s sad, but proud or not, most your standards go down a notch
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| When loneliness drinks at the bar you set too high
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| Cause, It isn’t really my time, is it?
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| Shit… I just found the watch
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| But hearing the bell toll for me twice a day
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| Has me fearing my grandfather clock
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| And I can’t die without trying, my hands tied in knots
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| Knowing that I’ll never learn to brave the waves if I stand by the docks
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| Love is hampered by thought, if you can handle the prospect of
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| Death — it’s as massive a shock
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| And to intellects, it’s a fuckin' smack in the crotch
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| It’s a cancer that rots your soul, tosses demons off of the road
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| Just use caution and know, that
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| Love ain’t nothing but a loss of control
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| Off then, we go
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| Love’ll have you nervous, doing stupid shit on purpose
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| Brain out of service, words slurred when you blurt shit.
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| Studderin', utterin' non-sensical shit in your verses
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| Feeling like a shirtless, 4-breasted woman in a circus.
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| Furthurly trying to gap an unfillable void.
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| Because of parents never transfering that unbillical joy.
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| So girls create a false world of filling on boys
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| Exploited, guys playing with her heart like her feelings are toys.
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| But when you have it. |
| there’s nothing like it, you get excited.
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| Seeking those who provide it, on phones talking to psychics.
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| Some fear it… spend their entire lives trying to fight it.
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| Living in a confusing Hayes, like they’re grooving to Isaac.
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| It ain’t the end of the rainbow with a treasure chest and a map.
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| It ain’t easily learnable with definitions in tact.
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| It can ride your train of though and demolitions your tracks.
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| Hittin' and bullwhippin you, leavin' them slits in your back.
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| But i’ve been a lucky one. |
| loving parents, loving friends.
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| But I still spend alot of my life loving sin.
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| But I ain’t a genious on it, I can only pretend.
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| Cause over all it’s an emotion I can not comprehend. |
| it’s love
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| Love ain’t the basis for action
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| In a nation of addicts pacing and waiting for seconds of satisfaction
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| Where the word itself is only fashioned in fits of passion
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| Hand in hand with animalistic orgasmic reaction
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| And the past isn’t felt as a match made in hell
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| But rather its held as a latter day meld
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| Of common mistakes and nice intentions
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| But when false love retention is simply vice invention
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| Its only right to mention the fights you get in
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| Nightly visions of these Tina and Ike revisions
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| So Whats Love really Got To Do With It?
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| From prude women to stool pidgeons in soup kitchens
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| The truth isn’t as eloquent so be intelligent
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| Getting caught out of your element just for the hell of it’s irrelevant
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| And that word’ll fit like a glove if you don’t get right, now live your life
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| For the love or stop |