| The letters that he wrote to her were shallow and regrettable
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| His motorcycle injuries won’t make him unforgettable
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| He’s like a firework display that’s been doused in her rain
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| But the only lovers worth a damn
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| Are the long term lovers of pain
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| He’s made plans for plastic surgeons to be standing by their phones
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| Upon her preference she can rearrange the structure his bones
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| He knows he’s for the sewer when her laughter’s like a drain
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| But the only lovers worth a damn
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| Are the long term lovers of pain
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| She would find him at her elbow buying parma ham and cheese
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| And she knew her scant encouragement would bring him to his knees
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| She resented these new powers — felt his passion pulled her reins
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| But the only lovers worth a damn
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| Are the long term lovers of pain
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| So they went down to the Barrowlands. |
| aesthetics on display
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| And the kitchen floor was voted down for a mattress full of hay
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| Those stupid Cupid-theories they now blissfully disdained
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| 'Cause the only lovers worth a damn
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| Are the ones who can kiss in the rain
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| 'Cause the only lovers worth a damn
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| Are the ones who can never ever be blamed
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| Beware of the long term lovers of pain…
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| Plastic surgeons — do be standing by your phones
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| 'Cause that ice-cold lady wants to rearrange my bones… |