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I really love it when,
I love it when we make mistakes.
Because once again,
it gives me a reason to complain,
I love the battle lines,
the battle lines we draw when crossin the mud
Ooo I love it when we fight,
standing on the verge of breaking up or making love
What would I do if we were perfect,
where would I go for disappointment.
Love without pain would leave me wonderin why i stay
I think of saving myself,
but with nothing to complain about up in heaven,
what would I do
I think of saving myself,
but I really wanna work it out
down here in hell with you
