| I may be happy
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| Trying to put my poor old heart together
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| I may be wondering
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| Why those good old bad days
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| Ever, ever had to end
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| You may be so nice
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| Offering me the safety of your shoulder
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| It’s such a heavy price
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| 'Cause the more that you adore me
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| The crueler and the colder I get
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| 'Cause I don’t want to be loved like this
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| I don’t want to be worshipped and kissed
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| I just want to hurt you 'til I see the blood run through
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| Your ruby red lips
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| I may be happy
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| Trying to put my broken heart together
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| I may be confident
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| I’ll never be OK
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| Whether you like it or not
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| 'Cause I don’t want to be loved like this
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| I don’t want to be worshipped and kissed
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| I just want to hurt you 'til I see the blood run through
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| Your ruby red lips
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| Your ruby red lips
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| Somehow, somewhere
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| There is a bastard waiting for me
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| He will hurt me like I’m hurting you now
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| And I will adore him
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| 'Cause I don’t want to be loved like this
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| Really, really don’t want to
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| I don’t want to be loved like this
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| I don’t wanna be…
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| I just wanna be kicked down
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| I just wanna be kicked down
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| I just wanna be kicked down
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| I just wanna be kicked down
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| I don’t want to be… |