| The truth about love
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| Comes at 3 am
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| You wake up fucked up
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| And you grab a pen
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| And you say to yourself
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| I'm gonna figure it out, I'm gonna crack that code
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| Gonna break it break it down
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| I'm tired of all these questions
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| And, now it's just annoying
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| Cause, no one has the answer.
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| So I guess it's up to me
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| To find the truth about love
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| As it comes, and it goes
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| A strange fascination
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| With his lips and toes
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| Morning breath, bedroom eyes
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| On a smiling face
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| Sheet marks red burn,
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| And a sugar glaze
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| Shocking me all,
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| They can eat your eyes
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| It's the truth about love
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| I think you just may be perfect
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| The only person of my dreams
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| I never ever ever ever been this happy
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| But now something has changed
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| And The Truth About Love is it's all a lie
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| I thought you were the one,
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| And I hate goodbyes
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| Oh, you want the truth?
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| The truth about love is
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| It's nasty and salty
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| It's the regret in the morning,
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| it's the smelling of armpits
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| It's wings, and songs
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| And trees, and birds
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| It's all the poetry that you ever heard
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| Tear it put it down, life lime
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| Forget me now
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| It's the hunt and the kill
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| The schemes and the plots.
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| The truth about love is it's blood, and it's guts
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| Pure bread, and mud
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| So much is without the crust
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| It takes your breath,
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| Cause it leaves a scar
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| But those untouched
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| Never got never got very far
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| It's raging it's hate
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| And I sit through it fade
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| And that's the truth about love
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| The truth about love
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| I think you just may be perfect
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| The only person of my dreams
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| I never ever ever ever been this happy
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| But now something has changed
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| And The Truth About Love is it's all a lie
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| I thought you were the one, and I hate goodbyes
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| Oh you can lose your breath
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| Oh, you can shoot a gun and
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| Convince you're the only one
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| That's ever found his way before
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| It hurts inside the hell
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| We've been in
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| It falls to get a pack and thinner
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| It's raised before the angels' lips and
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| They can turn you into a
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| Son of a b-itch man
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