| You must be broken
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| By a thousand ways of wasting time
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| Get to the point
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| And off a hundred lines a week
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| No need to change my mind
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| A cleaner shade of thinking time
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| But I seem to think more than I act upon most things
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| Do you ever wonder
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| How hard you hit?
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| You broke my thunder
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| Do you ever wonder
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| A scar was sewn
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| A drop of blood was saved for making wine
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| Still no repent
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| On how you crumble when I shake
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| A mental jaw was used
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| To pry me from this wrecking bond
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| The sad detail is all the promises that I make
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| I’m cramped and crawling from under the dead
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| I’m sick of living without you in bed
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| I’ve made mistakes that I wrote… That I read…
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| But now I just can’t seem to be preoccupied
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| The heart was tossed with a black lace chain
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| With these hands that I write with
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| And the ode that I live by…
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| I will never be with you
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| 'cause God made this night for me, a silly devil in me talking
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| Romantic company for walking. |
| Over and out… Over and out…
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| But this year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking
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| Romantic company for walking. |
| Over and out… Over and out…
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| Do you ever wonder
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| How hard you hit?
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| You broke my thunder
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| Do you ever wonder
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| How hard you hit?
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| You broke my
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| You broke my
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| You broke my
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| You broke my thunder… |