| Daggers and knives that have started to rust
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| One more battle fought in the name of love
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| Tears and blood splattered over the wall
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| Broken bits and pieces up and down the hall
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| Take 'em up to bed
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| And stick 'em all together again
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| That’s what you get for following dreams
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| Never turn out how they should it seems
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| That what you get for losing yourself
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| That’s what you get, babe
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| That’s what you get, babe
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| That’s what you get, babe
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| A bottle of wine, dinner for two
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| You know me better, I’m learning 'bout you
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| Two blue candles burn with the flame of love
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| One day soon will come a shake up time
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| But, baby tonight, loving you feels fine;
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| I hold yours, and you hold mine, it’s warm again
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| That’s what you get for loving this way;
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| Say it loud when there’s something to say;
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| That’s what you get for taking a chance
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| That’s what you get, babe
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| You give your heart away
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| And most of your time
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| Sign away your freedom
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| On some dotted line
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| Stick to the rules
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| You’re guaranteed peace of mind, babe…
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| Believe it, or leave it
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| You do as you please
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| There’s no such thing as guarantees
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| Life doesn’t hold any certainties except dying… |