Bite your tongue
Don't make a scene, dear
Everybody's been here least once before
We've been here more
Your heart breaks
Rolls down the window
I've seen it all go, come back around
And I've heard the sound
The tip of your tongue
The top of your lungs is doing my head in
I say, "Love, love don't mean nothing
Unless there's something worth fighting for."
It's a beautiful war
When I hold
The warmth of your body
There is nobody that I'd rather hold
Shattered and cold
The tip of your tongue
The top of your lungs is making me crazy
I say, "Love, love don't mean nothing
Unless there's something worth fighting for."
It's a beautiful war
I say, "Love, love..."
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