Outlaws of love
Scars make us who we are
hearts and homes are broken, broken
Far, we could go so far
with our minds wide open, open
Tears all fall the same
We all feel the rain
We can't change
Everywhere we go, we're looking for the sun
Nowhere to grow old, and always on the run
They say we'll rot in hell, but I don't think we will
They've branded us enough, Outlaws of love
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