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Born on a tear |
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That seeps from the dagger shaped hole in your heart |
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Wounds that run deep |
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Well I'll try to patch them as best as I can |
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If the sun melts the black of the street |
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And the long road home sticks to your feet |
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When the music that frees you has all but been used up |
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Then I'll sing the last song for you |
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I hate to see your heart breaking |
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I'll hold it safe in my hands |
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I don't know if my words can bind it together |
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But that's all I know how to do |
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So I'll sing the last song for you |
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I ain't got much |
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That I can give you, to keep you afloat |
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Mumbled comforts |
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Are no use for wrestling demons, I know |
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But a lopsided smile and a lovesick recital |
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Might loosen the burden for now |
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The penultimate beat of the drum |
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As the second to last chord is strummed |
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When all other words have already been heard |
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I'll sing the last song for you |
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I'll sing the last song for you |
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I'll sing the last song for you |
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I'll sing the last song for you |
