heard what they say about loving and losing, but
tastes like whiskey on it's way back up to me
and once your lips are wet from kisses or drink you never get rid of the thirst
searched so hard for excuses but i'll keep my lips sealed next time
truth is that i'm just too afraid to touch
hearts glass and questions that i couldn't ask
and true love it swings like a hammer
back and forth til it kills all your dreams
but they never were that great to begin with
and it drives you back home again
my hands are dangerous things callous and strong
they hold on way too long but can't get a grip on my tongue
when all the dumb words that i've got up and run away
if losing is better than never ever loving at all
then this much is true when i ran from you i really earned that fall
but even strong hands can't pick themselves up off the floor
and true love it swings like a hammer
back and forth til it kills all your dreams
but they never were that great to begin with
and it drives you back home again
hammer
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