| Love, I said real love is like feelin' no fear
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| When you’re standin' in the face of danger
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| 'Cause you just want it so much
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| A touch from your real love
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| Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil
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| And lettin' it burn off from the rush, yeah, yeah
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| (Fuck!)
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| Darlin', darlin', darlin'
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| I fall to pieces when I’m with you, I fall to pieces
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| My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
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| And all of my peaches are ruined
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| Love, is it real love?
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| It’s like smilin' when the firin' squad’s against you
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| And you just stay lined up, yeah
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| (Fuck!)
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| Darlin', darlin', darlin'
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| I fall to pieces when I’m with you, I fall to pieces (bitch)
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| My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
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| And all of my peaches are ruined (bitch)
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| My rose garden dreams, set on fire by fiends
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| And all my black beaches are ruined
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| My celluloid scenes are torn at the seams
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| And I fall to pieces (bitch)
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| I fall to pieces when I’m with you
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| (Why?)
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| 'Cause I love you so much, I fall to pieces
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| My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
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| And all of my peaches are ruined (bitch)
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| Are ruined (bitch), are ruined (fuck!) |