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He said the secret of life was in art as he called me his affectionate friend but I just wanted to be his cigar and taste where all his words begin Now I know why dictators kill poets first Cause he started a war in me and bullets cannot reverse Call it love In the stall of a bathroom, baby Call it love At the Holiday Inn by the highway He said that each man must kill the thing he loves, but I argue That what we love kills us, you just have to like who you turn into Find someone who will burn with you, and if you're lucky You die many times before you ever really do Call it love Send him a nude on my lunch break, baby Call it love He don't reply and I think that he hates me, yeah I guess Jesus had Judas 'til it killed him with his kiss I guess Grandpa had Grandma forever 'til he didn't I guess Oscar had Bosie 'til it sent him to prison And I guess I have you and that's my decision Call it love Maybe one day it's gonna kill me Call it love Maybe one day it's gonna heal me Oh, it might just Achilles heel me, yeah From Letras Mania