| If love was a door
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| I’ve slammed it in your face
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| Ran out to the balcony
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| And jumped to the ground
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| I’ve sponged the place in gasoline
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| Before igniting the foundation
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| And burning it to ashes
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| If love was a plane
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| Then I’ve flown it to the highest point
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| But then let it come crashing down to the earth
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| Fasten your seatbelts, were going down
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| Were going down now
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| If love was a child
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| Then I’ve scolded him to no end
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| He’s been filled with nothing inside
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| Until the day when bullets filled the emptiness inside him
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| From his own gun
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| From his own hands
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| Love become the pill that stopped his shakes
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| He’s never crossed a man’s face so hard
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| Love became the pill that put him under
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| He’s never scratched a man’s heart so deep
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| If love was born to die
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| Then I’ve buried it six feet under
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| If you take the one
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| And minus him bye two
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| You got the end of the world
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| Before it’s even begun
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| Although I’ve ed his heart
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| I can revive him with my own two hands |