I was waiting in the back-seat of the car
When I knew I\'d given up
Down one of the back-streets by the park
So sick of the taste of blood
I\'m gonna write your girl a letter
It\'ll make everything better
Screaming down the phone-line to your mum
She said \'Honey ain\'t home right now\'
I bought a tuxedo and I bought a gun
And wore them all around this town
Nobody dares to lift a finger
They can see my heart is down and injured
If I\'m guilty of anything
It\'s loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love
Means getting a little rough
This is not bad love
This is not bad love
I\'ve been going to church but I don\'t believe
I\'ll ever be clear this pain
Walk like a ghost through the streets
Soaked from the pouring rain
And I won\'t ask your God for mercy
My spirit is low, my soul is dirty
If I\'m guilty of anything
It\'s loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love
Means getting a little rough
This is not bad love
This is not bad love 3x
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