TRUE LOVE
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True love is a rose behind glass
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It's locked and kept closed
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Maybe just to me
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‘Cause my soul and intent
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been shattered by tough love, bad love
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I bought mine off the street
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True love, man, it just can't be beat
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I felt so complete
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Married to heavenly bodies above
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And each night I look up
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At a bright honeymoon
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‘Cause it sure seemed built to last
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Even after my honeymoon passed
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I kept right on it man
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Like a ghost
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To the house it once haunted
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And day after day
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I'd steal with my true love away
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To some hideout we left undisturbed
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We could do what we wanted
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But I started to feel like a liar
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Saying I love you
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She was madly in love and then mean
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There was no in-between
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It raised my alarm
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I can't make a stand
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I'm her hired hand
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I have to do harm
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One day I got sick
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She played me a nasty old trick
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Said, "I need cigarettes"
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Walked round the block
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Caught a cab
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Stayed gone for too long
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My love had gotten so strong
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Just to try gettin' back on my own
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I had to go to rehab
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All I need is a safe place to bleed
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Is this where it's at?
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ghost of a chance
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Steps in a dance
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Rest of your life’s been in combat
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Now I'm the king of the ward
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Because I'm good and I swallow my sword
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Puke it up for the doctor to write
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A new prescription
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Tranquil as a dove
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People that have lost their true love
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They all seem to fit the same description
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I feel cold, useless and old
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I wish I was no one
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Take me home, my Lord
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Take me home today
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Take me out of this place
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Take me up with you today
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True Love
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| Elliott Smith |
