| On a grassy knoll with a rifle in hand |
| Cupid cleans his little scope and calmly aims at a man |
| He had no plans of fallin', dreams of ballin' |
| Glorified cars, girls callin' |
| Numb to strength, loves endorphins |
| Lust engulfin', yeah, I'm lost in here |
| But I'll find my way, I swear |
| Through all the fog, I stare |
| Dropped off this cross I bear |
| And chopped off my head |
| And tossed it back there somewhere |
| Now I'm headed home, my dear |
| And I brought a poem to share |
| And here's what it said |
| Love is a candle wick in rain |
| After the storm, we're still a flame |
| Oh, I love, love has been called a losin' game |
| But the more that I love, the more I gain |
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| Oh, oh (Oh) |
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