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Dented bodies, broken souls
Wilted roses, hearts grow cold
Unhappy endings and shattered dreams
There go all the nearly-real things
Where's the candlelight, where's the smiles?
Man, this place goes on for miles
There's heaps and heaps of wedding rings
Equal space for tramps and kings
There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, come as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard
Tanks of teardrops shed in vain
Mixin with the pourin' rain
Promises go up in smoke
Freight cars full of hurt and hope
There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, come as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard
Tiny trysts or grand affairs, there’s no more need for teddy bears
The time for pretty words has past, so fly the flag of love half mast
At the love junkyard
There's no dobermans though or security guards at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, bring your broken heart, to the love junkyard
To the love, to the love junkyard
Is that you? is that you? Baby, is that you?
Look what I've done to you ...
Dented bodies, broken souls
Wilted roses, hearts grow cold
Unhappy endings and shattered dreams
There go all the nearly-real things
Where's the candlelight, where's the smiles?
Man, this place goes on for miles
There's heaps and heaps of wedding rings
Equal space for tramps and kings
There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, come as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard
Tanks of teardrops shed in vain
Mixin with the pourin' rain
Promises go up in smoke
Freight cars full of hurt and hope
There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, come as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard
Tiny trysts or grand affairs, there’s no more need for teddy bears
The time for pretty words has past, so fly the flag of love half mast
At the love junkyard
There's no dobermans though or security guards at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, bring your broken heart, to the love junkyard
To the love, to the love junkyard
Is that you? is that you? Baby, is that you?
Look what I've done to you ...
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