Brutal Love

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Turn out the lights.
Close your eyes.
Turn up the silence, the heartache of your life.
Dance forever, under the lights,
This Brutal Love.

 Oh how you want it,
You're begging for it,
But you can't have it even if you try.
It's in the clutches, in the hands of
This Brutal Love.

 Old toys, this plastic heart.
Loners and fools are tearing me apart.
Here comes trouble, the uninvited,
This Brutal Love.

 Danger, not quite at home.
The eyes of temptation, the flesh on my bones.
Hello stranger, I'm a disaster,
This Brutal Love.

 Bad luck, pities, and soda, anguish, and shame; the modern fool.
Bad sex, buy me a trainwreck, something for my troubled mind.

 Bad luck, pities, and soda, anguish, and shame; the modern fool.
Bad love, kiss me I'm roaded, something for my troubled mind.

 Drop out, drop dead hideous. How low is this Brutal Love? (4x)

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