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this stupid heart |
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this foolish thing |
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failed me from the start |
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and keeps malfunctioning |
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always dropping beats |
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and falling fast |
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until it bleeds me dry at last |
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tell me your king's horses |
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and all your king's men |
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what's the use in fixing |
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what will only break again? |
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heartbroken |
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heartbroken |
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what's the us in fixing |
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what will kill me in the end? |
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put me back together |
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I'm still heartbroken |
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well i fixed it up |
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with safety pins |
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but you stole the key |
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and broke right in |
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you cut my strings |
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and you hung me high |
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well i cross this heart |
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and hope to die |
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tell me if you love me |
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tell me if you can |
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what's the use in fixing |
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what will only break again? |
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heartbroken |
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heartbroken |
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what's the use in fixing |
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what will kill me in the end? |
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put me back together |
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I'm still heartbroken |
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heartbroken |
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what a bitter end |
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I was on the mend |
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but here I am again |
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heartbroken |
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heartbroken |
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what't the use in fixing |
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what will kill me in the end? |
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put me back together |
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I'm still heartbroke... |
