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Heart loud and tall beats like fists on the wall |
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She steps through ropes into the ring |
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Beautiful, striking, cursing like a Viking |
| [00:32.04] |
And prancing with the scowl of a king |
| [00:37.23] |
You whom she thought could be trusted got caught |
| [00:41.11] |
Little matter if you're not to blame |
| [00:46.66] |
Somewhere down there the hurt's to be shoved |
| [00:50.22] |
She's put fire to the mattress again |
| [00:55.97] |
She just wants to be loved |
| [01:06.40] |
Something broke down in a man soft and sound |
| [01:09.71] |
He rode city to city by train |
| [01:15.85] |
Till a painted lady with heart dark and shady |
| [01:19.66] |
Put holes in his jugular vein |
| [01:24.66] |
With canines so white that they lit up the night |
| [01:28.66] |
Now he's back on the rails again |
| [01:34.16] |
Preaching peace with hands that are gloved |
| [01:37.72] |
Justifying her criminal deeds |
| [01:43.54] |
As the need to be loved |
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|
| [02:25.76] |
Here's to the hard, fed-up and scarred |
| [02:30.13] |
Cold, cast down and out |
| [02:34.84] |
Misunderstood, judged no damn good |
| [02:39.15] |
Cynic, caught up in doubt |
| [02:43.71] |
The truth anymore is not what they're here for |
| [02:47.84] |
You can't manipulate the facts |
| [02:53.34] |
They praise distant gods above |
| [02:56.96] |
And deny what never has lacked |
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Oh to be loved |
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The need to be loved |
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She just wants to be loved back |
