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I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Twisted Love

Twisted Love (syllables next to the lines)

[v1]
6 She’s calling out your name
5 She knows it’s over
7 Broken down and drowned in rain
6 No one seems to know her

[v2]
6 It’s hard to see the light
5 When you’ve been blinded
7 By the darkness brought to life
6 Trapped her soul and bound it

[Bridge]
5 And you didn’t know
5 The pain she felt when
5 Your teardrops burned through
5 The broken bones and

[Chorus]
6 Your cries mean nothing when
5 Your hand keeps squeezing
6 The soul right out of her
5 Her blood keeps screaming
6 But no she won’t give in
5 To your blackened heart
6 Your twisted sense of love
6 Your twisted, hurtful love

[v3]
6 It’s hard to move your feet
5 When all you see is
7 Empty lives on empty streets
6 The light’s gone off inside

[v4]
6 Her world’s turned shades of gray
5 And you’re the painter
7 Heartlessly keeping her caged
6 Breaking the will in her

[v5]
6 She’s figured out your game
5 And she’s not staying cause
7 In this game she’ll never win
6 This ain’t love – this is sin

[Bridge]

[Chorus x2]
[repeat last 2 lines of chorus]

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