Love is Bad

If I only go-

Where my heart says so-

If I only go.. I'll be fine-

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Yet I am...

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I'm so alone.

(I feel my mind being watched)

I should go.

(I think that I cannot trust)

My troubled soul

The rush of holding gold

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The lust is so pedestaled

But I love, breaking the mold

No trust

For my animal gut.

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And I won't deny

My chance to fly high

I'll defy the gravity that I hide

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I'm racing for you,

In my dreams,

In my lonely heart.

​

Yes, I believe

The only one is a lonely one

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Walking slowly paranoia's my crutch

(my crutch, my crutch, my crutch)

I'm floating through as if time went to lunch

(to lunch, to lunch, to lunch)

I'm heading home,

At least a place that's a hunch

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Dear God,

Believe me,

I don't need your precious world

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Then like a hurricane there I went-

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Round and round and round and round the earth.

Sounds aloud the changing of the worth.

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She's like a hurricane

That came in from the west.

And like a hurricane,

I'm in the eye of it,

Just waiting for the end.

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<To all the politicians,

Such sweet and soft magicians,

Playing with perceptions in time.

Apologetic rhythms,

For each-their latest victims

An eye, for an eye.>

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And I won't deny

My chance to fly high

I'll defy the gravity that I hide

​

I'm racing for you,

In my dreams,

In my lonely heart.

​

Yes, I believe

The only one is a lonely one

​

Love, love, love is bad

I think my love, love, love is bad

I think my love, love, love is bad

I think my love, love, love is bad

Oh where you at?

​

I think my love, love, love is bad

Oh where you at?

I think my love, love, love is bad

​

 Oh, we go-

​

Round and round and round and round the earth.

Sounds aloud the changing of the worth.

​

I'd love you like a hurricane

That came in from the west.

And like a hurricane

I'm in the eye of it just praying for the end

​

I'd love you like a hurricane

Another victim of the west.

And I'm a hurricane

A spinning waste of space, without a friend.

Oh yeah-

(Oh yeah)

Oh yeah-

(Oh yeah)

I think my love, love, love is bad

Oh yeah-

(Oh yeah)

Oh yeah-

(Oh yeah)

I think my love, love, love is bad

<Transportation is God's gift to these here United States.

Our fore fathers fought fondly and proudly-

To stretch from ocean to ocean the greatest nation that ever has walked these shores.

One day, shall we plant our flags on other shores-

And make sure, that we're sure

That our shores are the only shores!>