It was a love that was bathed in sin.
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And here are several lies she told of him. Y
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ou say his wick's burning at both ends.
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How can you tell a story of something you wish to forget?
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All you want is to see my lights go dim.
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All you want is to lie about what you think is really going on with him.
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With every look you evaluate him,
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you say his face is thin and his ribs are now showing.
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Now every night in his dreams he hears your pretty voice
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tuned tight to haunt him keep him
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awake and chase away all his sleep.
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All that you wanted to be-just lies.
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And I hope you just wrap your car around a
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tree and maybe I can be the first one on the
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scene to watch you cry.
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And see your pretty blood soaked face and to
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walk away alright. True romance is just a touch.
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Rather Touch Than Love
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