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Cupid's arrow,
tore my skin.
Cupid's arrow,
shot and missed.
I was waiting,
in the darkest of darkest rooms for him.
Oh never,
deep enough.
To draw, that much blood.
Oh, where the heart is?
Am I on my way, am I on my way.
Cupid's arrow,
tore my skin.
Cupid's arrow,
left a hole where there should've been my heart.
But it's impossible to find inside of this gloom.
Oh never,
deep enough.
To draw, that much blood.
Why can't I stop this pain that makes me stay?
Oh, how you make me stay.
Take your arrow, take your arrow, aim, shoot straight at me.
I'm ready for you, ready for you, are you ready for me?
(Dun dun dun dun dun dun)
Arrow, at the center of me.
(Dun dun dun dun dun dun)
Ready, are you ready for me?
Oh never,
deep enough.
To draw, that much blood.
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Tips of your lips.
Touch of your fingers.
Way that the scent of your hair always lingers.
Sound of your whisper.
Way that you trust me.
Weight of your head when you’re sleeping upon me.
But now I don’t love you, as much as I used to.
Is there enough left to keep us together?
Is it enough, is it all gone?
Weight of your arm round my shoulder,
keeping me anchored to earth like a boulder.
Flecks in your eyes, up on your lashes.
Flash of your smile burn my heat down to ashes
Chorus:
But now I don’t love you, as much as I used to.
Is there enough left to keep us together?
Is it enough, is it all gone?
But how can I stop?
When the beating of our hearts combines, keeping time.
When I promised to be by your side.
Did I lie?
Cause now I don’t love you, as much as I used to.
Is there enough gone to live our lives separate?
Or is there enough to keep hanging on?
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Every kind of fire,
has a smoke to breathe.
No wonder I'm so nervous,
with you standing next to me.
What's love?
But a trick to play.
You wrap up something useless as a pretty little thing.
It's not perfect, you're just hungry.
Still I'd rather leave here starving.
'Cause the last time,
I was broken.
And it feels good to be wanted -
still I promise I'm not dumb enough to try it again.
Am I fighting time?
Or did I eat the stone?
God help me find a person who isn't made of clay.
What's love?
But a rock and chain?
You kill me in the morning with kisses from the eve.
It's not perfect, you're just hungry.
Still I'd rather leave here starving.
'Cause the last time,
I was broken.
And it feels good to be wanted -
still I promise I'm not dumb enough to try it again.
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