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If love's a crime, Then we'd be criminals. To some eyes, we'd be monsters; And to many, we'd be devils. But I wouldn't mind my first name being feared and hated, Because having your last name is what matters to me. If love's a crime, Then we'd be criminals. We'd be playing with fire and get burned; We'd be playing tag with the detectives And hide-and-seek with the cops. But I wouldn't mind running and hiding with you for the rest of my life. If love's a crime, Then we'd be criminals. We'd be locked behind bars And treated like animals. But as long as my hand is hand-cuffed to your hand And we're together in the same prison cell, I wouldn't mind wearing a handcuff And staying in prison for eternity.
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
To Play with the Law
If love's a crime, Then we'd be criminals. To some eyes, we'd be monsters; And to many, we'd be devils. But I wouldn't mind my first name being feared and hated, Because having your last name is what matters to me. If love's a crime, Then we'd be criminals. We'd be playing with fire and get burned; We'd be playing tag with the detectives And hide-and-seek with the cops. But I wouldn't mind running and hiding with you for the rest of my life. If love's a crime, Then we'd be criminals. We'd be locked behind bars And treated like animals. But as long as my hand is hand-cuffed to your hand And we're together in the same prison cell, I wouldn't mind wearing a handcuff And staying in prison for eternity.
#7, 2011
#love#crime#criminals
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
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