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The traps, the tricks, the schemes You read in all your books and magazinesYou should've put them right back up on the shelf 'Cause you can't take them all for yourselfYou thought that you could write the modern text on loveThe calculus of crime: you studied all the lies between the linesBut never learned that truth has time its side'Cause your kind of truth, it doesn't sellSo who are you to write the modern text on love? I'd say it's time you find another pastimeYou'll never get it right aloneYou're smart enough to knowSo you can take my heart And I'll take apart the mess you wroteThey've hurt your pride, I knowIt's only naturalBut two can turn the tide by tearing up your modern text on love From Letras Mania