I'd rip the wings off Cupid's back to better his aim
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Then maybe he'll shoot straight to my chest
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And not below the belt
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How can I trust him with these arrows when I know he'll miss again
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But I can't live with constant accidents
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So I'll arm myself to rid this world of "Love"
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And on this Red Day the icon of love is bloodied up
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And I found horns beneath his halo
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I would stab him a thousand times again
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To hear the scream of so many sleepless nights
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Then maybe he'll shoot straight to my chest and not below the belt
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My mother told me anything too sweet will surley break your teeth
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Sweetheart you'll offer me again your chocolate covered razor blades
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But I'll sweep you off your feet
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So just bite this rose and let's tango
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Let's dance 'till our legs fall off (Let's dance 'till our legs finally fall)
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What a fool I was to trust in man made love
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I'll never trust that lie again!
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Serial Thriller
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Blessed By A Broken Heart |