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Texty: The House Of Love. Hope.

There's no love lost
Not a single hour
And we don't fake miracles
We can't part waves
So go and suck on the sea
And just watch me breathe
It's perverted and spiritual
I like to watch things bleed

Hope is the word, that you say anyday
It's a dream and it's screams in your head

Well it's a deep blue sea,
an impossible dream
But don't get physical
Assault is greed
Shuffle in dust
Or just hang around
He wants to chain and shackle you
He's gonna dance and scream

Hope is the word that you say anyday
It's a dream and it's screams in your head, in your head
It's a lie on a seat of a night
When you're bawling like a baby so alone
Like a baby, it's not right