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- Hope Less Romantics
Oh woah, Oh woah-oh.
We're all creatures of habit,
We spend all our tragic thoughts in their little black boxes,
Turn our love switches off in the morning, when freedom is calling,
And all they can hear are the sounds of their have's and have not's.
They'll break you ten ways to Sunday, and eleven to Monday, my dear.
- Tall As Heaven
First Verse:
Well you could kill me now
With a turn from a kiss
And it burns to your lips
I'll be down
Well you could end my last hour
With a spite in your voice