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true love is a rose
in a case that's locked to get closed
cuz it's way more expensive than anybody on earth
so bought mine off the street
true love man just can't be beat
i felt so complete
like all my romans turned into ??
and each night i look up
at a bright honey moon
it seems so built to last
even after my honey moon past
i went right after it
like a ghost
to the house it once haunted
day after day
i'd steal with my true love away
to some hide out left undisturbed
we could do what we wanted
but i started to feel like a liar
saying i love you
she was madly in love and at me
there's no in between
felt so cold
i can't make a stand
i'm her hired hand
i have to do harm
one day i got sick
she played me a nasty old trick
said i need cigarettes
walked round the block
caught a cab
stayed gone for too long
my love had gotten too strong
just to try getting back on my own
i had to go to rehab
all i need is a safe place to bleed
they said this is it
Well half a chance
steps in a dance
now i'm the king of the ward
cause i'm good and i swallow my sword
puke it up
so the doctor can write his prescription
tranquil as a dove
people that have lost their true love
they all seem to fit the same description
they feel cold, they feel old
like a no one
take me home
take me home today
take me out of this place
take me out, do it today