09.Bad Love
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I was waiting in the back-seat of the car,
When I knew I'd given up
Down one of the back-streets by the park,
So sick of the taste of blood
I'm gonna write your girl a letter,
It'll make everything better
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Screaming down the phone-line to your mum,
She said honey ain't home right now
I bought a tuxedo and I bought a gun,
And wore them all around this town
Nobody dares to lift a finger,
They can see my heart is down and injured
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If I'm guilty of anything, it's loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love...means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love.
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I've been going to church but I don't believe,
I'll ever be clear this pain
Walk like a ghost through the streets,
Soaked from the pouring rain
And I won't ask your god for mercy,
My spirits are low, my soul is dirty
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If I'm guilty of anything, it's loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love...means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love
If I'm guilty of anything, it's loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love...means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love
If I'm guilty of anything, it's loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love...means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love