I see lovers in the streets walking, Without a care. They're wearing out loud Like there's something in the air Oooooh, and I don't care
They're treading lightly No they, don't sink in There's no tracks to follow They don't care where they're going Hmm
And if they're lucky and they'll, They'll get to see and if they're Really really lucky they'll Get to feel...
And it kicks so hard, It breaks your bones. Cuts so deep It hits your soul. Tears your skin and Makes your blood flow. It's beter that you know, That love is hard.
Love takes hostages, Gives them pain. Gives someone the power to Hurt you again and again Oooh, but they don't care
And if they're lucky and they'll, They'll get to see and if they're Really really lucky they'll They'll get to feel. And if they're, they're truely blessed And they're get to believe And if you're dammed, you'll never Let youreself be diseased.
And it kicks so hard, It breaks your bones. Cuts so deep It hits your soul. Tears your skin and And makes your blood flow. It's beter that we know, That love is hard...
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