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I am a missing heart |
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With no place left to start |
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To ever find my way |
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Around these empty parts |
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I am a missing heart |
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I am an open wound |
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In need of time and room |
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With the space to heal |
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Any loss that looms |
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I am an open wound |
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I searched so long |
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And all that I found is now gone |
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Because anywhere |
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I looked was always wrong |
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I am a pleading voice |
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Lacking any choice |
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But to be the truth |
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Over all the noise |
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I am a pleading voice |
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I am a vacant stare |
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Ignoring every glare |
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That might prove to hold |
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Just the slightest dare |
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I am a vacant stare |
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ignoring every glare |
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I searched so long |
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And all that I found is now gone |
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Because anywhere |
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I looked was always wrong |
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I am a missing heart |
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with no place left to start |
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To ever find my way |
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Around these empty parts |
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I am a missing heart |
