Love isn't a word, but a kind of art
Critics will pick till it falls apart
I can't believe i swallowed your lie
It made me sick inside
Oh I, am a company man
Oh I, am a company man
But I'll keep coming home
Cause I can't sleep alone
And we'll walk down by two in the end
And in the end

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Love isn't a word, but a kind of art
Critics will pick till it falls apart
And I can't believe you
It's better to work than to live alone
And, honestly i swallowed my pride
And it made me sick inside
No, I, I am a company man
Oh, I am a company man
But I'll keep coming home
Because I can't sleep alone
And we'll walk down by two in the end

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