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Love Like SinShe rises late again and steps over her torn bloodstained dressShe finds her way to the mirror and holds her aching head As she recalls the fury the bruises don't seem all that bad She takes the hair of the dog and a cigarette Love's like a breeze in the summer It blows like the wind in a hurricane It floats on the wings of an angel It burns like a flame from the devil himself He says he loves you like sin He says he wants you, he needs you like the air that he breathes He says believe me, I'm so sorry, this won't happen again A flashing light in the hallway A message on her answerphone Another chance, another sorry Why can't he leave her alone? He says he loves her like sin so let's make it up and paint the town red She wipes a tear from her eye as the circle goes on without end Love's like a breeze in the summer It blows like the wind in a hurricane It floats on the wings of an angel It burns like a flame from the devil himself He says he loves you like sin He says he wants you, he needs you like the air that he breathes He says believe me, I'm so sorry, this won't happen again She lays motionless still the tracks of her tears on her face And so today her lover was a razor blade. Love's like a breeze in the summer It blows like the wind in a hurricane It floats on the wings of an angel It burns like a flame from the devil himself He says he loves you like sin He says he wants you, he needs you like the air that he breathes He says believe me, I'm so sorry, this won't happen again |