Oh oh
Oh oh oh
We're all creatures of habit
We spill all our tragic thoughts in their little black boxes
Turn our love switches off in the morning when freedom is calling
And all they can hear are the sounds of the howls and howls of gnaws
They'll break you ten ways to Sunday
And eleven to Monday, my dear
They'll break you ten ways to Sunday
And eleven to Monday, my dear
Don't give 'em your heart, give 'em your bullets
They'll harass when they throw 'em back at you
Hopeless, romantics, come on, open little eyes, romantics
He never smiles when he's laughing
Burqa, there's a passion you feel when he's gasping
We sleep with the monsters we make in the evening
When curses have mean ends and never redeem us
Just some other angel's mistake
They'll break you ten ways to Sunday
And eleven to Monday, my dear
They'll break you ten ways to Sunday
And eleven to Monday, my dear
Don't give 'em your heart, give 'em your bullets
They'll harass when they throw 'em back at you
Hopeless, romantics, come on, open little eyes, romantics
Don't give 'em your heart, give 'em your bullets
They'll harass when they throw 'em back at you
Hopeless, romantics, come on, open little eyes, romantics
So bleed those wrists and burst those lips
It's never getting any better than this
I'm a flame into tragic, it's not that dramatic
There's no 'cause you run 'em that way
They'll break you ten ways to Sunday
And eleven to Monday, my dear
They'll break you ten ways to Sunday
And eleven to Monday, my dear
Don't give 'em your heart, give 'em your bullets
You'll never feel the trigger if it's you that pulls it
Hopeless, romantics, come on, open little eyes, romantics
Don't give 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets
They'll harass when they throw them back at you
They'll search and they'll pat you
But at least love you'll still have your heart
At least you'll still have your heart
Hope a little less of romantics
Come on, hope a little less romantics
Hope a little less romantics
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