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If it ain't broke, break it
MUSIC:
Jim Steinman - LYRICS:
Jim Steinman |
There are designated angels stationed above
They'll do their best to warn you about the terrors of love
If ain't real -- fake it
If it ain't yours -- take it
If it don't exist -- you make it
And if it ain't broke -- break it!
If ain't real -- fake it
If it ain't yours -- take it
If it don't exist -- you make it
And if it ain't broke -- break it!
Everything I've ever dreamed of
Has begun to fade to black
I've got no idea where we're going
But we're running with the pack
There are designated demons in the circles of hell
They'll give you words to live by
And to die by as well.
If ain't real -- fake it
If it ain't yours -- take it
If it don't exist -- you make it
And if it ain't broke -- break it!
If ain't real -- fake it
If it ain't yours -- take it
If it don't exist -- you make it
And if it ain't broke -- break it!
And the endless night - it just goes on forever
There are scars and scars that I know will never heal
There's and endless pain
That'll rip you up forever
You've got to pretend it ain't real
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