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Real love comes in a structured serving
Relax, your best friend just got bottle-whipped
By my right hand he's like over in the corner
And my thoughts are teething

Real love comes in little doses

Real love, come and descend, condescend
Real pain, come and descend, condescend

Someone has told us that we're worth killing
I'm not worth the bullets you spend on me the books
The phrases make us crazed more than likely
Weak hearts are bleeding

Real love has got to be something they can see
Real love has got to be conditioned sweetly

Fall (find your roots then die?) That shit's about to come back

Real love, come and descend, condescend
Real pain, come and descend, condescend