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17 Oct 2007

The Love Is Dead


We've got a boy from the city, lives a life of his own
And yet it seems such a pity that he's never alone...
He's got a girl on his arm with a place in his heart
But as the clock ticks away, they're drifting further apart
He spends a night on the town, but she's bringing him down
She sends him text after text and makes him look like a clown
And it seems a rare occasion, that they don't spend time together
But even on these instances it still requires endeavour

They tend to disagree on things that barely have a meaning
And her friends had seen him kissing girls in clubs he'd never been in
It's the time he spends without his friends when it's clear how much he'll need 'em
On the endless nights and pointless fights that leave him seeking freedom
He gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out...

The execution's over
And it's challenging belief
And the only thing that's certain
Is the feeling of relief
It's left him feeling numb
His eyes are sore from what she said
He doesn't need to come 'round here no more
The love is dead

It seems that time's divided them and twisted their intentions
And the girls he's met along the way, she feels inclined to mention
It's not that he won't miss the endless chats and constant kisses
But he won't miss being greeted every week with "Where's the Mrs?"
Temptation always seems to win, the band of trust is broken
They're both aware of equal sin, the truth is always spoken
So what do you do, when it falls apart
And you've lasted all these years?
A lease of life, a broken heart
The bastard draws the tears...

The spark has disappeared and left an awkward smell of tension
Instead of curing years of pain, he's looking for prevention
I know it's disconcerting, and it's tearing him in two
But he needs to stop it hurting, and it's the only thing to do
He gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out...

The execution's over
And it's challenging belief
And the only thing that's certain
Is the feeling of relief
It's left him feeling numb
His eyes are sore from what she said
He doesn't need to come 'round here no more
The love is dead


The execution's over
And it's challenging belief
And the only thing that's certain
Is the feeling of relief
It's left him feeling numb
His eyes are sore from what she said
He doesn't need to come 'round here no more
The love is dead
He gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out...

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