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I was waiting in the backseat of the car

when I knew I'd given up

down on the backstreets by the park

so sick of the taste of blood

I'm gonna write your girl a letter

it'll make everything better 

screaming down the phone line to your mum

she said; honey ain't home right now 

I bought a tuxedo and I bought a gun

and wore them all around this town

nobody dares to lift a finger

they can see my heart is down and injured 

if I'm guilty of anything 

it's loving you too much 

honey, sometimes love 

means getting a little rough 

this is not bad love

this is not bad love 

I've been going to a church 

but I don't believe

I'll never be clear this pain 

walk like a ghost through the streets 

soaked from the pouring rain 

and I won't ask your god for mercy 

my spirits're low, my soul is dirty