On your neck the bruises of love
On your body the bruises of hate
In your heart
The bruises
That will never ever fade
How long will it take you
To learn where the doors are
That you oughtta put the lights on
When it gets dark
That a lover's touch
Is not always
The touch of a lover
With every bruise
There comes a 'sorry'
But how many bruises
Before it loses
It's meaning
Tears of sorrow
Tears of joy
Tears of a crocodile
Disguised as a boy
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