The Bastards Of Apocalypse stickin it to cupid

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Chorus:
Something blocking my way
I start to unravel
Ill find you baby
My love does travel
Stickin’ to cupid
I don’t need his arrows
No matter the distance
My love does travel
Yeah yeah yeah!
Suckin’ it up
Givin’ it up
Pullin’ you up
Beating you down x3
Suckin’ it up
Givin’ it up
Now you’ve gone so fucking
Far across the world
And there’s nothing left for me to do.
Sweat on my brow starts to burn in my eyes,
Clouding up my visions of you
But the love that’s inside
Can scale these walls you’re building
Up to keep me out
And no matter the distance,
No matter the cause
My love will travel through.
You say it’s my manner,
Of walking like your father
And talking like you know what you’re going do and do it to
But this ain’t a call to arms now lover,
my heart is just reaching for you
Chorus
Stick to the highway
The cars blocking my way
See me coming and they start to move
Songs playing back at me,
Sweet and sugary
The Bastards are jamming grooves
Fuck what your daddy said
Even if I was dead
My spirit would be touching yours
It stings like a hornet
You hear the brass trumpet
Play a song that describes your mood
You don’t want to love me,
But baby without you,
My hearts going to up and stop.
But once that happens
I won’t be standing
My body will just fucking drop
Chorus x2

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