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Love, I said real love is like feeling no fear
When you're standing in the face of danger
'Cause you just want it so much
A touch from your real love
Is like heaven taking the place of something evil
And lettin' it burn off from the rush, yeah, yeah (fuck)



Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches are ruined


Love, is it real love?
It's like smiling when the firing squad's against you
And you just stay lined up, yeah (fuck)


Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces (bitch)
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
(Can I get a fuckin hallelujah?)
And all of my peaches are ruined (bitch)


(Lookin at me like a magazine, can I get a fuckin halleluja?)
My rose garden dreams, set on fire by fiends
(Sippin on ya like a cocacola, can I get a fuckin halleluja?)
And all my black beaches are ruined
(Lookin at me like a magazine, can I get a fuckin halleluja?)
My celluloid scenes are torn at the seams
(Sippin on ya like a cocacola, yeah)
And I fall to pieces (bitch)
I fall to pieces when I'm with you
(Why?)


'Cause I love you so much, I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches are ruined (bitch)
Are ruined (bitch), are ruined (fuck)

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