Love is a beautiful, brutal thing.
It sings at night like a wind, it stings your heart like a whip, and it rugs your soul like a ship.
And love is a beautiful, brutal thing.
It can be done.
It can be anything, one or nothing at all.
Such a feeling can make you tall, or as small as a distant star.
It's the cushion to break your fall, and love triumphs over all.
Love is a beautiful, brutal thing.
And it gives the sweetest of pain.
It awakes your spirit, and then you feel like living again.
And rain falls when you think the sun has just begun to shine above.
And love is mysterious.
It's as mysterious as its own.
It's the secret you've never told.
It's the tears of sorrow and joy.
For that girl or that boy.
It makes you feel.
It makes you feel.
It makes you feel.
A beautiful brutal thing.

It makes you feel.
A beautiful brutal thing.
And love is viewed as a brutal thing
It can mean anything or nothing at all
Such a feeling can make you tall
Or as small as a distant star
It's the cushion to break your fall
The left grinds over all
A beautiful brutal thing
A beautiful brutal thing
A beautiful brutal thing
Love
Love
Makes you feel
A beautiful brutal thing
A beautiful brutal thing
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
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Love
Love
Love
Love
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