I see lovers in the street 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
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 better that you know,
That love is hard.
Love takes hostages,
Gives them pain.
Gives someone the power to
Hurt you again and again
Ooooh, 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 get to feel.
And if they're truly blessed
And they get to believe
And if you're damned you'll never let yourself
Be deceived.
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 better that you know,
That love is hard...
If it was easy,
It wouldn't mean nothing though.
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