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Now I can only hope |
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This broken heart of mine |
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Will mend in moving notes |
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And four-four time |
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And rhyming words I write to sing |
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So I can get through anything |
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These notes do tend to bring |
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Into my life |
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Like losing everything I thought I wanted |
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The song said, make a choice |
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Do you want true love or do you need my voice |
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And its voice my vice I chose |
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Whether it was true love or not |
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Only the song will ever know |
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Oh no, this song will never tell |
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This secret she will take to hell |
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Locked in a box no one can see |
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This promise made to her by me |
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And if she sees my wandering eyes |
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She'll turn and breathe her icy sighs |
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On to my heart she steals the heat |
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And with it she will scream: |
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I will never let you forget |
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It was never made for love |
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It was meant to keep the beat |
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Oh, please, let me go |
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I know I made a promise |
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But I just can't stand this |
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Constant crying in my head |
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You think you need me |
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To look down at you with pity |
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If you really want my help |
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i will leave you alone to feel sorry for yourself |
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Oh no, this song will never tell |
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This secret she will take to hell |
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Locked in a box no one can see |
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This promise made to her by me |
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And if she sees my one eye |
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She'll turn and breathe her icy sighs |
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On to my heart she steals me |
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And with it she will scream |
