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Nothing's prettier than a pretty girl digging a heart shaped hole in the ground.
Hear that sound? That's the fortress 'round your heart crumbling down.
Feeling like...like you kinda...like the feeling...feel like falling...
head over heels...into the hole...that she's digging...and you're thinking
you should go...'cause you know...that she wants the wrong kind of love,
wants the kind of love you can't give her. She wants the wrong kind of love,
but you don't hold that against her, 'cause if that's the kind of love she wants,
then that's just the kind of love you'll have to give her. Come beg,
borrow, steal, or fight, 'cause you never felt nothing so real or right
as this wrong...wrong kind of love. Like a tombstone in a snowstorm,
she's so cool, pale and gloomy. Her affection for affliction's just
sleight of hand---a stolen picture taken from some loving fool,
who just like you, mutely surrendered...and this snapshot of the
future is a map of your undoing...'cause you know that you should
go but you don't go...though she wants the wrong kind of love, wants
the kind of love you can't can give her. She wants the wrong kind of love,
but you don't hold that against her, 'cause if that's the kind of
love she wants, then that's just the kind of love you'll have to get her.
Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight 'cause you never felt nothing so real or
right as this wrong...wrong kind of love. Your love's a tale told by idiots,
signifying nothing more than a wise hunger for destruction, for in the
temple of your loving, scrawled upon the wall just there behind the portrait
of yourself there lies a prayer written in your hand, it says, "Girl,
come and destroy me." And you know...why you don't go. 'Cause you want
the wrong kind of love, want the kind of love no one can give you.
You want the wrong kind of love, and she's just the girl to give it to you.
And if you beg to object, well I will beg you to reconsider 'cause this
little twist in the story is just the seed of your salvation...
'cause this wrong...wrong kind of love...wrong kind of love...
is your kind of love
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